"Ah! Your Highness? How come it's you? Are you alright? Is your head okay?"
Yun Ran exclaimed, covering her mouth with her two paws, her bright, mischievous eyes full of mischief.
"Oh dear, I thought some shameless little thief sneaked into my room with bad intentions! Seems like I hit a bit hard, sir, are you alright? Did I damage anything?"
[Humph! Bastard, that's what you get for sneaking around and scaring people at night, got your head whacked off!]
Looking at the girl in front of him who smiled like a cat that got the cream, Nangong Mo pressed his thin lips, silently raising his hand to tidy his messed-up hair.
"Sir, let me help you."
Yun Ran didn't give Nangong Mo a chance to refuse and leaned over, reaching out to help him with his hair.
However, the more she tried to tidy Nangong Mo's hair, the messier it got, and she also 'accidentally' pulled out several strands of his Mo hair.
She must be doing it on purpose! This little villain!
"Oh dear! Sir, did I hurt you? Look at me, so clumsy. Please look past it!"
The girl's face was inches away, her features like a painting, her smile bright, her eyes sparkling, brimming with countless charms.
Nangong Mo's breath hitched, his gaze sliding over the girl's slender, fair neck, delicate and alluring collarbone, graceful figure, landing on her straight, fair calves exposed.
He froze for a few seconds, abruptly turned his face away, yet couldn't ignore the faint, entrancing fragrance lingering in his breath.
Yun Ran didn't notice Nangong Mo's slightly tense body and the unusual look in his eyes, continuing to gleefully mess with his Mo hair.
[That's for yanking this girl's hair! For sneaking into a girl's chamber at night! Who knows how many times you've done this before?]
[Born so devilishly handsome, yet so sly and shameless, you've surely wrecked a lot of decent girls, with countless romantic debts!]
[Other princes your age are playing with mud, yet you're only just married this year? Possibly have several illegitimate children already.]
The man's handsome brows furrowed tighter and tighter until he couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted her.
"Are you an idiot? How long does it take to fix a hairstyle?"
"Slow? Craftsmanship needs patience! Sir, you need to be more patient with your hairstyle!"
"Even a snail climbs faster than you."
[Who's a snail? No, who's worse than a snail?]
Yun Ran couldn't help it and slapped him on the head.
Dead woman! How dare she?
"Oh dear! My hand slipped, wasn't on purpose. Sir, you're such a graceful man, surely you won't mind?"
"By the way, sir, what are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
"Heh... Sir is at home, he can go wherever he wants."
[You want to go to heaven, why don't you? I'll smack you up there with a slap!]
"Well, if you're coming, why bring two ghosts with you? It's quite scary."
"Pity they didn't scare you to death."
Yun Ran silently looked up, speechless at the sky, when suddenly, a ghostly cry came from the Immortal Bird in her mind:
[Wow! Spiritual Energy! So hungry! Swoosh—]
Yun Ran felt something was off but didn't have time to react before she found herself pouncing onto Nangong Mo...