"Husband," Yue Ran called out sweetly.
Oh, what a good (scum) husband.
"They call me Your Majesty, the Queen, so you are my husband, the king, right?" Yue Ran looked up at Silas, her eyes were clear and bright without a hint of fear in them.
Silas narrowed his eyes with a gloomy expression on his face.
The young woman is a fearless person. He just does not know if she can still call him "husband" with such a bright smile when he is about to kill her.
Yue Ran did not know what the male protagonist was thinking, but she could make some guesses about it. She suddenly reached up to cover her chest. Her eyebrows stretched out, and a radiant smile blossomed on her lips, illuminating her face with a warmth that seemed to challenge the grim shadows of death encroaching upon her. She seemed unaware of the danger that loomed so dangerously close.
"If you do not say anything, it means you have tacitly agreed to my words, right?"
