A Three-Second Prince Zi?

Gu Bailu's eyes bulged and she saw the desire in his own.

The thing in her hand truly felt like a piece of burning iron.

Was she really ungrateful? She was only reminding him kindly that her limbs were dirty…

Feng Qingtian's eyes were even hotter as he looked at her innocent face.

He held her in his arms and placed his head on her nape. Smelling her vague fragrance, he directed her hand over the cloth that covered the hard iron.

Realizing what he was trying to do, Gu Bailu tried to pull her hand away.

Feng Qingtian gripped it tightly. "Help me. I'm uncomfortable."

"Let go of me. Why should I help you? Go to your Nan Ningxin," Gu Bailu said unconsciously.

She regretted it immediately after that. Would Feng Qingtian burst into a fury and leave her here?

Then, her previous efforts would be for nothing.

"She can't help me. I don't feel any desire for her," Feng Qingtian said hoarsely.