"Darling, shall we go back to the couch?" Xiao Pingfeng hugged her waist, pressing his body against her from behind, and whispered in her ear.
Go back?
She'd rather see a ghost than return.
"You better go back to your room, I have to check on the soldiers," Yan Wanqing said, her face flushed as she struggled free and pushed him aside.
Seeing her reaction, Xiao Pingfeng knew he could tease her no further, "Alright, alright, but take a bath before you go out."
He said this and stretched languidly, his handsome face showing a carefree charm. Taking advantage of her inattention, he stole another kiss, then, before she had the chance to get angry, he gracefully leaped out the window and left.
Yan Wanqing's breath caught in her chest, her fists clenched tightly.
Lucky for him he ran off quickly, or else she would have really given this frivolous man a piece of her mind.
