The sugary voice whispered in Shao Zifeng's ear like a breeze through orchids, sending a shiver down his spine, "Lingling, stop it."
"No~" Lingling wrapped her arms around Shao Zifeng's neck, her tender little face rubbing against his, "Lingling still wants to see the Duke's happy face when he sees me~"
"The Duke won't stop liking Lingling, right?"
"Lingling would be so sad~"
Lingling's voice was still sweet, but Shao Zifeng felt a chill down his spine; he forced a smile, "How could I? I like Lingling the most."
"Heehee~"
Lingling let go and flew into Shao Zifeng's arms, nuzzling against his chest like a kitten, "The Duke... surely loves Lingling the most."
Shao Zifeng looked at the Lingling nestled in his arms, with her familiar black veil hat on her head, her silver hair neatly tucked underneath, revealing her long, pale neck. Below her gothic black puffy skirt were her short legs wrapped in white stockings, and her black round-toe leather shoes swung back and forth.
"Huh?"
