Affectionate version: once time traveled, love was fulfilled? Or does it create hatred? I only vaguely remember that the man with cold eyebrows looked at me so seriously for the first time and promised myself word by word: "Whether you remember me or not, whether you believe me or not, my promise to you will remain unchanged forever!"
Normal version: Yin Xiaomo: "Tell me, when did you have dirty thoughts towards me?"
Lu Zejun: "I fell in love with you at first sight when I was a child, so why don't you reap the rewards?"
Yin Xiaomo: "We were both underage at that time. You were really nasty!"
The regent picked up the emperor, threw him on the bed, and pressed him over: "Your Majesty, we can have something more filthy."