138 His Bride's Request

Lin Xiaofei stared at him.

She didn't know how long she was doing that as their bodies were drawn closely together. His hand that was on her waist fell on the lower of her back. She could feel it warming her even through the layers of robes that she wore.

"If you're doing this because there are other people around us. Don't." She told him. Trying to push him away once more but as if his feet grew roots and was glued on the ground, Qu Xing Xu remained unmovable.

His other hand that he used to touch her lips grabbed her wrist, albeit not too tight and painful. He held her wrist to stop her.

"I advise against doing that." He said, making her look up at him.

"And why is tha--" And even before she could finish her sentence, Lin Xiaofei felt something damp in her hand and frowned.

She looked down at it and saw red painting her palm.

With wide eyes, Lin Xiaofei looked at him, and in a soft gasp, she said, "You're hurt."