"Cough!" Chu Qianli nearly choked to death on her own spit.
Try it out?
Who would want to try anything with him?
This prince, this gentleman, he must have tested countless women.
Who knows if he might have diseases!
Thinking thus, Chu Qianli's gaze unconsciously drifted to his lower abdomen.
That look was filled with disdain!
Feng Yexuan was so enraged that he almost strangled her on the spot!
What did that look mean? As if she found him unclean!
"What do you think I am?"
He had fought on the battlefield for so many years, never once taking a girl to heart!
Let alone touching those messy women!
Dare to doubt him, did she want to die!
Suddenly, Feng Yexuan took a fierce step forward.
Chu Qianli nearly had her soul scared out of her.
His speed was as fast as lightning.
Before she could even think to dodge, her wrist was already firmly grasped by him.
"Prince... Hey! Feng Yexuan, what are you trying to do?"
Chu Qianli was suddenly hoisted into the air by him.
She prided herself on her qinggong, but in front of Feng Yexuan, it was hardly worth mentioning.
The scenery flashed by before her eyes, and before she could react, she heard a bang.
It seemed like the sound of a door being shut.
Afterward...
She was thrown onto the bed!
Her head thudded against the blanket.
"Ouch..."
Chu Qianli frowned, and before she could make sense of her surroundings, her wrist suddenly tightened, her right hand being pinned down by her side.
That man, his face was gloomy, his breath ice-cold.
Chu Qianli shivered, not expecting to feel panic herself.
All she could say was, the man before her had a presence too domineering, cold, and gloomy, resembling Asura itself.
"What are you going to do?" she struggled, only to find her wrist under his grip had absolutely no chance of breaking free.
"Feng Yexuan, you..."
"Aren't you doubting whether the Prince is capable? Worried that I am dirty?" Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes.
Even a blind man could clearly see the dangerous air in the depths of his gaze.
Chu Qianli's eyes widened with alarm as her heart suddenly tightened.
This is bad! Is this what they call... angering the male lead?
Is he about to execute her on the spot, proving his "capabilities"?
What a joke! She is not the heroine in a novel!
"Well, Prince, I was joking. You are wise and invincible, the War God of our Beiming Country!"
"If the Prince were incapable, then no man in the entire Beiming Country would be," she said, "don't you agree?"
But he seemed indifferent.
Her insincere smile, in his eyes, was clear mockery!
His cold gaze lingered on her clothes.
Feng Yexuan's words resounded with finality, "Would you prefer to undress yourself, or should I help you tear them off?"
A sense of alarm struck Chu Qianli's heart, and she almost knelt before him!
He was actually serious!
"Prince, haven't you always disliked me? How could you possibly want me? Don't act out of spite..."
"While I may not be fond of you, you at least have a face worth looking at."
Chu Qianli wished she could disfigure herself on the spot.
He was actually beginning to pull at her clothes...
"Wait, wait a moment, Prince, I'm not ready, I..."
No, that's not right.
It wasn't a matter of being prepared or not, but rather, she had never considered truly becoming the Princess.
She wasn't the real Chu Qianli!
Just as she was thinking of a way to escape, suddenly, Chu Qianli's gaze was attracted to something.
Money!
His belt could be exchanged with the System, and once exchanged, there would be money!
"Prince... Feng Yexuan, I have no interest in you, let go!"
Though her words were cold as ice, her fingertips had already hooked onto Feng Yexuan's belt.
With just a strong pull, the money would be in her hands!
But on second thought, wouldn't removing his belt at this time lead to some misunderstandings?