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“Have you really checked everything?”
Lin Jingxia pulled Zhao Zichen aside, her eyes filled with suspicion as she kept glancing at Feng Qingyuan, as if trying to find some flaw in him.
“Is it really you, Brother Qing Yuan?” Her tone carried a hint of uncertainty mixed with anticipation.
Feng Qingyuan couldn't help but chuckle, feeling helpless as he replied, “Is it really me, Brother Qing Yuan? I can’t believe you actually said that! Just the other day, someone said that even if I became fatter than pork Chen, they still wouldn’t fail to recognize me!”
Upon hearing this, Lin Jingxia's eyes instantly glistened with tears, and like a little bird returning to its nest, she flung herself into his arms. She cupped his face in her hands and carefully touched his jaw and the back of his ears, as if this would confirm he was indeed Feng Qingyuan. “You’re really not someone else’s disguise of Brother Qing Yuan?”
“I’m sorry!” Feng Qingyuan gently grasped her hands, his voice soft like a breeze. He whispered, “I’ve worried you!”
“Of course I’m worried! The total number of words you’ve said to me these past few days doesn’t even reach thirty; you’ve hardly smiled at me. I… I can’t help but overthink!”
As she spoke, Lin Jingxia suddenly broke into a smile again, burying her head in his embrace like a spoiled kitten. Yet she was slightly surprised when she added, “Have you been drinking?”
“It was me who took him out for drinks. Of course, matters between men should be discussed over a table full of drinks!”
Zhao Zichen felt goosebumps rise all over his body as he watched them. Rubbing his arms in discomfort, he made a hasty retreat outside. “Honestly, do you both think I’m invisible? I’m a legitimate rival in love here! Aren’t you pushing me to drown my sorrows in drink?”
Though he complained, Zhao Zichen still kindly closed the door behind them.
Once outside, he shouted into the empty courtyard, “Xiao Liuyun, brew me a pot of Cloud Mist Orchid tea! It’s been ages since I had the tea you made for me!”
The black figure, originally hidden in the dark corner, floated silently like a ghost towards the kitchen.
Lin Jingxia, who had been leaning against Feng Qingyuan, distinctly felt him stiffen momentarily as if turned to stone upon hearing those words. She immediately raised her face, sensing something was off, and asked in confusion, "What’s wrong?"
Feng Qingyuan furrowed his brow, a hint of worry flickering in his eyes. "That shadow guard of the prince possesses truly exceptional lightness of foot. I wonder if, when we actually confront the Shape-Shifting Silver Wolf, she will be able to..."
"At this point, you’re still thinking about that?"
Lin Jingxia stood on her toes, gently resting her forehead against his. Her eyes were filled with playful reproach. "Aren’t you going to tell me what’s been happening lately? Did I say or do something wrong that made you ignore me?"
"Of course not!" Feng Qingyuan replied firmly, but he suddenly realized Lin Jingxia's delicate nose was brushing lightly against his. Her breath, warm and fragrant like orchids, made him momentarily lose focus.
"If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just have to guess!" Lin Jingxia wrapped her arms around his neck playfully like a mischievous child. "Is it because you’ve been watching Ms. Che Xi too much lately and found her cuter than me, so now you’re annoyed with me?"
Feng Qingyuan's heart began to race again; he understood exactly what she was implying.
However, it truly wasn’t the right time to reveal everything to her.
In a fleeting thought, he suddenly tightened his arms around her waist as if encircling her with iron bands. He closed his eyes and followed the increasingly rapid breaths along her cheek to find her soft lips like flower petals. With a domineering yet gentle force, he pried open her tightly closed mouth.
Lin Jingxia had only intended to tease him but was caught off guard by his sudden boldness. She didn’t have time to react before her lips parted slightly.
Their entangled breaths mingled with a faint scent of wine, enveloping her in a haze that felt intoxicatingly dreamy.
Her hands pressed against his chest could clearly feel the strong, rhythmic heartbeat beneath the firm surface, causing her delicate body to involuntarily shudder in an overwhelming tremor.
A familiar warmth surged from her lower abdomen, and Feng Qingyuan knew that if this kiss didn't end soon, he would be playing with fire.
The sweetness between Nai Lin's lips made it nearly impossible for him to maintain his composure...
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