Su Yingxue felt a pair of large hands on her waist, radiating a burning warmth as they caressed the softest part of her waist. Chu Yihan's lips descended onto hers.
"Oh..."
The passionate kiss was both expected and somewhat unbearable.
"Your Highness, be gentle."
Chu Yihan pressed his lips against hers as if wanting to claim every inch of her.
When she felt a slight chill on her shoulder, she realized her shirt had been unbuttoned at some point, exposing her smooth skin to the air. She shivered, and Chu Yihan promptly adjusted her clothing.
The night quickly melted away, but the air carried a lingering scent of ambiguity.
In Su Yingxue's dreams, Chu Yihan's husky and seductive voice echoed.
He said, "Su Yingxue, I'm waiting for the day you become my princess. On that night, I will not let you off easily."
Upon waking up, Su Yingxue found goosebumps all over her body.
