Meng Qingzhou couldn't understand why, no matter how much the Empress teased him, he couldn't bring himself to dislike her. In fact, he felt a bit immersed in it.

It wasn't that Meng Qingzhou was naturally lecherous. After all, he didn't even know what she looked like, whether she was beautiful or ugly. He just felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, like... the stirrings of a first love.

This left him puzzled and troubled, even doubting his own character.

"Could it be that I'm a scumbag who starts things but never finishes them?"