There was really no need to ask—of course he wanted to climb into her bed. Damien Gray noticed she was already a little flustered, his eyes dropping as a glint flickered beneath them. He spoke in a pitiful tone, "I've gotten used to sleeping with Princess Consort in my arms. I can't sleep without holding you."
Morgan Shangguan huffed, "What does that have to do with me?"
"How does it not concern you? Won't Princess Consort feel sorry for me if I can't sleep at night?" His tone was full of accusation.
Morgan felt a tiny pang of guilt in her heart, but quickly dismissed that misplaced feeling and replied unmoved, "Why would I feel sorry for you?"
Damien stared at her and said, "Every part of me is worth it! Unless Princess Consort doesn't love me anymore!"
Morgan couldn't help but twitch her lips. Wasn't this just about not letting him climb into bed? How did it turn into a question of love? Before she could think further, Damien pressed on, "Princess Consort, are you getting tired of me?" His tone carried a hint of reproach, as if blaming her for abandoning him.
Morgan frowned involuntarily. Why did it feel like she'd done something unforgivable?
Seeing Damien's face full of disappointment and reproach, Morgan felt a vague irritation rise in her chest. She scoffed coldly, "That's right, I'm tired of you!"
At her words, a wounded look flashed in Damien's eyes. He fell silent. Morgan stared at him, saying nothing either.
Damien's expression grew more and more heartbroken, while Morgan's face grew increasingly tense. After a long, heavy silence, Morgan finally snapped, "Isn't it just about you wanting to climb into my bed? Fine, I'll allow it!"
No sooner had she spoken than Damien Gray immediately hugged her tightly, his face blooming with a radiant smile. "I knew Princess Consort couldn't bear to let me sleep alone on the floor like some poor thing!"
Morgan felt a headache coming on. Why couldn't she just steel her heart? Seeing his look of victory, Morgan narrowed her eyes. Something flashed through her mind—this fox was far too cunning. Why would he try such a childish trick to confuse her? His real goal was to annoy her so much she couldn't think straight, making it easier for him to use his tried-and-true act of self-pity. That little ploy was just a distraction. Looking back at the whole conversation, he'd kept stirring her emotions, never giving her a chance to think. He had complete control over her mood, and she hadn't even realized it!
Realizing this, Morgan ground her teeth in frustration. "Damien—Gray!"
If it were anyone else, this wouldn't even faze her—her emotions wouldn't budge. But facing Damien Gray, she'd already lost half her rationality, and with his deliberate efforts, the rest was shattered to pieces!
Damien knew she'd catch on soon enough and was well prepared. He showed no trace of panic, resting his chin on her shoulder and sighing softly, murmuring, "Mo'er, I really can't sleep without holding you." Heaven and earth could testify—he was telling the truth!
Seeing Morgan's face still stern, Damien hugged her and coaxed, "Mo'er, I know I was wrong. But you were the one who tried to kick me out of bed! We're husband and wife—how can one sleep on the bed and one on the floor? That would hurt our relationship..."
Morgan twitched her lips and growled, "Shut up!" She seriously wondered if he'd taken the wrong medicine—why was he chanting like a monk?
Damien actually did fall silent, looking at her with a face full of innocence. Morgan's expression remained sour as she glared at him for a long moment, finally sighing in resignation. "Forget it!"
She'd ended up with a cunning fox, after all! She wasn't about to sulk over such trivial matters, but every time he ran circles around her, she felt a bit defeated. No one had ever managed to outfox her before!
Being cold, sly, and cunning was Damien Gray's nature. She never expected him to turn into a docile little rabbit—and if he did, she wouldn't even want him!
Damien smiled and kissed her cheek, then glanced toward the brightly lit distance. "Let's go. Father has already taken his seat."
Morgan turned to look. In that bustling place, only their seats were empty. She glanced at Damien, her eyes thoughtful, and said with certainty, "You did this on purpose." He'd deliberately pulled her away and chattered on, just to wait until King Alexander was seated before returning.
"Nothing escapes Princess Consort's eyes!" Damien chuckled, gently stroking her cheek with a look of deep tenderness. "After all, with Crown Prince Azure present, we can't neglect propriety! If we lost our manners in front of the Azure Crown Prince, even if King Alexander didn't want to punish you, he'd have to for the sake of appearances! And a king would never tolerate anyone repeatedly challenging his authority."
Morgan smiled. "So now that we're going back, we don't have to bow?"
"Ahem..." Damien coughed twice, his complexion growing paler as he leaned weakly against her. In a faint voice, he said, "Is my life less important than those empty formalities?"
Morgan reached out to touch his face, her heart overflowing with tenderness again. She asked softly, "If someone causes trouble and insists I kneel, what should I do?" She'd always noticed Damien's careful consideration, and for that, she could never truly harden her heart against him. He treated her with such devotion—how could she bear to hurt him, even a little? That's why she was always so easily moved by him, always wanting to indulge him and let him feel the same happiness she did.
Damien kissed the corner of her lips softly and said, "I told you, you never have to suffer."
Morgan chuckled, patting his face. "Then let's go!"
She lifted his arm around her neck, wrapped an arm around his waist, and supported this 'patient' as they walked toward the lively crowd.
Damien whispered in her ear with a soft laugh, "I'll have to trouble Princess Consort to take care of me."
Morgan shot him a warning look. "You'd better not make any unreasonable demands, or you'll be sleeping on the floor again tonight."
Damien smiled and kissed her hard on the cheek, his eyes full of tenderness. To him, Morgan was just a paper tiger—no matter how fierce she pretended to be, she could only scare him a little, never truly hurt him.
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