Hearing this, Damien Gray reached out and rubbed his temples, asking with a hint of helplessness, "Then what will it take for you to admit defeat?" He sighed inwardly, thinking he had finally endured to the end!
Morgan Shangguan replied with a half-smile, "I have no idea!"
Damien Gray caught the ambiguous smile in her eyes and felt a vague sense of unease. Was she scheming against him?
"Prince Damien, what kind of shape do you like?" Morgan Shangguan suddenly asked out of nowhere.
Damien Gray snapped back to reality, recalling her earlier mention of the "shape problem." His gaze fell on her, sweeping over her figure. Of course, he liked her shape best. Morgan seemed to realize what he was thinking and said irritably, "I'm asking what kind of object you like, or what pattern?"
At her words, Damien Gray glanced around the room before finally looking at the Moonlight Pearl that had rolled to the foot of the bed. "Spherical," he answered.
Meeting Morgan Shangguan's curious gaze, Damien Gray curved his lips into a smile. "It rather resembles Princess Consort!"
Morgan Shangguan twitched the corner of her mouth. Did she really look like a ball?
Seeing her frustrated expression, Damien Gray couldn't help but laugh aloud. He explained, "I didn't mean you look like... haha..."
Morgan Shangguan watched as he laughed so brightly, her eyes narrowed dangerously. She walked over to the bath barrel, looking down at him from above and snorted, "Is it that funny?"
Damien Gray laughed and pulled her down, pressing his forehead to hers. His voice was still tinged with amusement as he spoke softly, "On the surface, Princess Consort, you seem smooth and without edges, but no one can see what you truly hold in your heart. Perhaps there are sharp thorns that can wound at a touch." As he spoke, his hand brushed over her chest, the gesture carrying a hint of intimacy.
Morgan Shangguan calmly pulled his hand away and said, "Some spheres are transparent." As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, then straightened up and said, "That's enough."
Damien Gray stepped out of the bath barrel, raising his eyebrows. "Princess Consort is definitely not transparent!" Still, his keen eyes could see much more than most.
A trace of fatigue appeared on Damien Gray's face. Remembering what had bothered him before, he declared possessively, "From now on, just look at me!"
Morgan Shangguan couldn't help but laugh softly. "Rest for a while," she said gently. It seemed her method still couldn't completely prevent his aftereffects.
Damien Gray grabbed a nearby bath towel and stuffed it into Morgan Shangguan's hands. She raised her eyebrows and smiled warmly, "Prince Damien, I'm not your maid."
Damien Gray raised his eyebrows. "I don't need a maid, either."
Morgan Shangguan snorted and, without looking at him, helped dry the water from his body. Just as she put down the towel, Damien Gray dragged her onto the bed and held her in his arms. Morgan did not push him away.
Damien Gray stroked her hair and asked, "What did Liam Duanmu say to you?"
Morgan Shangguan rested her head on his arm, eyes closed, and replied nonchalantly, "He wants to take me away."
Damien Gray's arm tightened, and a chilling murderous aura leaked from him. If Liam Duanmu really tried such a thing, he would make sure Liam understood just how severe the consequences would be!
Morgan Shangguan placed her hand on his waist and said nonchalantly, "If I don't want to leave, no one can take me away."
The murderous aura faded from Damien Gray, though he still felt annoyed at his rival. "He likes you!" he said, his tone tinged with accusation.
Morgan Shangguan found it amusing. Surely there were even more people who liked her?
Seeing Morgan ignore him, Damien Gray tightened his arm around her waist again, clearly issuing a warning.
Morgan Shangguan finally opened her eyes and looked at him, her tone indifferent. "That's his business. Other people's feelings aren't something I can control, nor do they concern me." Her voice was flat, as if stating a simple fact. That cold indifference beneath her angelic features was the side of Morgan that was almost cruel. So when people called her cold-blooded, she never refuted it—she simply didn't care, and because it was true.
Who among those who survived that hellish training base isn't cold-blooded? The kind ones were long gone, not even bones left to find.
"What about my feelings?" Damien Gray wasn't frightened by her sudden coldness; he'd always known Morgan wasn't a gentle soul—and truly, nothing could scare the Ghostmaster!
Morgan Shangguan raised her eyebrows and replied reluctantly, "A little bit!"
Damien Gray was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I'm not at ease. Maybe it's safer to just kill Liam Duanmu!"
Morgan Shangguan reached out and held him back, unsure whether to be angry or amused. "What are you uneasy about?"
Damien Gray looked at her, his voice plaintive. "Mo'er, you still haven't admitted defeat, have you? Of course I can't be at ease."
Morgan Shangguan asked with a hint of amusement, "Aren't you tired?" He really never missed a chance!
"If you don't admit defeat, I can't sleep." His tone carried a touch of grievance.
Morgan Shangguan raised an eyebrow. "Do you think I'm overflowing with sympathy?" Playing the victim won't work—after all, he was always scheming against her, and she still held a grudge!
Damien Gray didn't press her further, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift. No sympathy? Yet his act of playing the victim seemed to work quite well.
Listening to the steady breathing above her, Morgan Shangguan opened her eyes, a trace of coldness flickering within. She gently removed the arm from her waist.
Damien Gray's aftereffects couldn't be completely avoided; he was truly exhausted, so Morgan's movement didn't wake him.
Morgan Shangguan sat at the edge of the bed, tracing his features with her hand. Her downcast eyes hid her expression, but her voice sounded like a sigh. "I hope you won't disappoint me!"
With that, she leaned down and kissed him on the lips, then got up and left.
In the study, ambiguous sounds drifted out, stirring the imagination. Morgan Shangguan pushed open the door and saw Claire Yi sprawled on the floor, her clothes disheveled, writhing in discomfort. Morgan made no move, yet her still-cold face seemed to radiate a chilling aura.
After watching in silence for a moment, Morgan Shangguan suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Come out!"