Xu Feng had entered this contract and the following relationship with a firm understanding: it was all temporary.
No fairy tale endings awaited him here. He wasn't a princess. He wasn't a prince. He wasn't royalty at all, just a person bound by an agreement. He pressed back the urge to cry, resisting the tightening grip of Xuan Jian and the enveloping scent that came with it.
Crying wasn't what he planned to do. This was all calculated, and so he needed to keep to his plan.
The aroma of roasted meat mingled with the scent of Xuan Jian, a fusion of sandalwood and mountain air. The sandalwood had a warm, woody scent that lent a sense of calmness, while the hint of mountain air brought in a touch of freshness and vitality to Xu Feng's senses.
Despite trying to untangle himself from the embrace, Xu Feng found himself drawn back into the man's arms, settling among a pile of plush pillows.
They were the only two sitting on the floor.
