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"Your Highness!" In the next moment, Wen Sen seemed to have fallen into the thousand-year-old ice, his body was stiff and unable to move.

It was just a look, just an ordinary look, but he seemed to be enchanted by a spell, so easily revealed his secret.

His voice just now was not loud, Zongzhenghe should...didn't hear clearly, right?

How could he say this?

This is a secret he cannot tell, and it should be rotten in his heart, buried in time, and brought into the grave after death.

However, Wen Sen was clearly looking forward to Zongzhenghe and failed to hear clearly, but he couldn't control his expression of paying more attention to Zongzhenghe.

In case, if His Highness hears it, what kind of reaction will he have?Will His Highness drive him away?Or, His Highness will also...

No, His Highness has a marriage contract with Miss Elena, but Miss Elena is not a matter between Mr. Assistant and Mr. Assistant, does he know?

Countless possibilities flashed in Wen Sen's mind. He was full of longing for such possibilities, but his reason asked him to stop them.

Wen Sen waited until Zong Zhenghe, who had been staring at him blankly and was covered in cold sweat, was finally no longer silent:

"Winson, do you know what liking is?"

This is a statement, not a question.

Your Highness really heard——

Wen Sen felt that his whole brain began to roar, which made him unable to think calmly.

It's like fireworks exploding, and it's like melting a glacier.

The shirt on Wen Sen's back was already soaked in sweat while waiting, and he felt a gust of wind blowing through it to bring coolness, and he let out a breath subconsciously.

It turned out that he just forgot to breathe.

Zong Zhenghe just asked him what is like?

How could he not know what liking is?

Biologically speaking, liking is the "dopamine" secreted by the brain to make people feel happy.

For Wen Sen himself, liking means seeing Zongzheng and being healthy and happy.

He hopes to be by His Highness's side all the time, he wants to participate in His Highness's every joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, he hopes His Highness will have a smooth life, and he even longs to have an intimate contact with His Highness...

Of course he knows what liking is, but what would His Highness think?

Would they think that he was a Beta whimsical, would think that he was making trouble as a subordinate, or would they drive him away from him again.

Wen Sen would not allow such a thing to happen again, and he could not accept the possibility of completely disappearing from Zongzheng and his side.

"I like it... Maybe I want to protect a person, and I don't want to see him get sick or injured." This is the most gentle and harmless answer he can think of, and the most acceptable answer to Zongzhenghe.

Zong Zhenghe heard Wen Sen's words, and slowly leaned back against the head of the bed. While his body was relaxing, his hands under the quilt gradually clenched, "I see."

He didn't say whether he was satisfied or not, nor did he say what he thought of Wen Sen.

Wen Sen found that his understanding of Zongzhenghe, which he had been proud of for many years, disappeared at this moment.

He couldn't fathom Zong Zhenghe's thoughts at this moment, nor could he determine his attitude towards his confession.

Perhaps no answer at this moment is the best answer.

At least he didn't immediately get angry and drive him away, so there is still room for change.

"Go and deal with the affairs of the military department first." Zong Zhenghe interrupted Wen Sen, "If something like this happened today, I believe the military department will have many problems. I can believe that there is only the third army on the imperial capital planet. I hope you can handle the affairs of the general headquarters properly."

"I see, Your Highness." Wen Sen let go of his trouser legs and staggered when he stood up. His whole body was tense and too hard just now, and his muscles were sore.

When Wen Sen left the palace, his mind was still muddled.

When he arrived at the military headquarters, he found that he didn't have a minute to think about unnecessary things.

The marshal, the chief justice, and Prince Zongzhengyue, these three people's influence on the imperial capital planet can be said to be deeply rooted. Since Wen Sen entered the military department, there has been a steady stream of people who have come to apply for visits.

In addition, the marshal's confidantes are all in high positions in the military, and they were all arrested and imprisoned suddenly. There are too many vacancies in the leadership of the military's functional departments, so it would be good if they don't stop for a while.

After dealing with these matters, Wen Sen was finally free, and suddenly realized that ten days had passed since the succession ceremony.

And he has not left the military headquarters for ten days, nor has he seen Zong Zhenghe.

Such calmness made him feel for a moment that the conversation ten days ago was all his illusion. He was not tempted to say what he shouldn't have said, nor was Zongzhenghe heard the confession under that slip of the tongue.