With that settled the meeting ended with Marshal Qie leading Zhao Xieshu by the waist out of the main hall. Just as they reached the shadows, Qie Ranzhe drew Zhao Xieshu closer their bodies pressed together with his arm holding his lover in place.
"Baby, are you still mad about what Zhao Huangzhi said?" asked Qie Ranzhe with his head buried aganist Zhao Xieshu's neck sniffling long and hard drawing in the prince's plumeira like omega pheromone scent which was both sweet and relaxing.
Wen Qinxi actually wasn't mad he could give a rats ass about Zhao Huangzhi but he really hated it when she placed her hand on his man. 'Who gave her the fuckin right?' was his thought when he saw that. Ever since then he was in a bad mood which is why Qie Ranzhe asked that question. Feeling the warm breath that heated up his entire body as it grazed his skin, Wen Qinxi couldn't help but ask, "You seriously want to do this here?"
