"How did you know it was me, Feng Cang?" Feng Cang spoke, his hands tidying up Murong Qiqi's slightly messy hair. His movements were so natural and skilled, as if they were a married couple for many years, as if he had rehearsed this moment thousands of times.
"I guessed."
Murong Qiqi took a step back, avoiding Feng Cang's hand. Honestly, she wasn't used to being intimate with people, especially strangers and men.
Yet, Murong Qiqi's "sense of distance" both frustrated and delighted Feng Cang. At least his princess was not a loose woman, nor was she like those love-struck maidens who lost themselves in his looks. This woman's composure and rationality made Feng Cang even more fond of Murong Qiqi.
However, seeing the princess full of guard and distance, Feng Cang was a little troubled. How could he make her get closer to him? If she was like this to everyone, how could he stand out as the one and only for her?
