QingWu's face burned with embarrassment, her heart pounding as she scrambled clumsily to get down from the peach tree.
She could have jumped down on her own, but Xiao Chenyuan was being unusually domineering. Without waiting for her to make a move, he firmly wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her down from the tree.
When QingWu's feet touched solid ground, her heart still seemed to float somewhere in midair. His hands remained on her waist, their scorching heat seeping through her clothes as though they were pressing directly against her bare skin.
"Let go of me," she whispered softly.
Xiao Chenyuan lowered his gaze, noticing her ears flushed crimson. He said with a low voice, "I'm waiting for the Queen's guidance."
"What guidance? I'm not half as skilled as you," QingWu blurted out. Realizing what she had just said, she immediately shut her eyes in shame and covered her face with her hands.
She heard a deep, muffled laugh rumbling from the man's chest.
