"Eat." Chenchen poked at her puffed-up cheek and stuffed a piece of crystal cake into her mouth.
With something to eat, Chongchong instantly forgot the threats he made earlier and, like a lazy kitten, half-closed her eyes, chewing on the tasty treat.
There was a dance after the banquet.
The servants cleared away tables and food, leaving ample space.
The music began to play softly, and the nobles started looking for dance partners or stood together in pairs or threes, chatting with drinks in hand.
"Beautiful lady, may I have this dance?"
Mo Ting approached with a smirk, for reasons unknown, playfully inviting her to dance.
Chongchong had no fondness for Brother Chenchen's half-brother and refused immediately, "My stomach feels uncomfortable, I can't dance."
"That's such a pit..."iful.
Before finishing his sentence, Mo Ting's peripheral vision caught sight of Chenchen walking over.
