Feng Qingtian pressed down and whispered in her ear, "A few months ago, I fell off a cliff when I was chopping wood in the mountains, and a woman asked for a certain something of mine in the middle of the night…"
Gu Bailu was stunned, her eyes wide open. "You… You…"
"I lent her such a precious thing. Don't you think she should return the favor?"
Gu Bailu felt like she had been struck by lightning. Feng Qingtian was the woodcutter?
How was that possible? The renowned Prince Zi, cutting wood in the mountains?
But if it wasn't him, how could he know the details so well?
Ah… dear god, what should she do? Resist or accept it?
Should she try to become familiar with him?
The questions in her head made it impossible for her to think, but Feng Qingtian's hands were already moving downward. Gu Bailu suddenly sat up and pushed him away. "Wait. That was a misunderstanding!"
