Prince of War Pours Wine for Him, Princess Dances for Him

Li Yiru's hand was light and soft. Zhong Wen held her small hand like white jade and brought it to his lips, immediately experiencing a faint and delicate fragrance.

He mimicked a European aristocratic gesture he had seen on television in his previous life. He leaned forward, left hand resting behind his back, and with what he thought was an elegant touch, he kissed her hand lightly.

"You... You..."

Li Yiru had grown up in the capital and associated with either palace nobility or high-ranking officials' children. Subconsciously, she believed that everyone should understand the most basic noble etiquette. She was expecting Zhong Wen to help her to her feet and was not prepared for him to suddenly touch her hand, let alone kiss it. Her fair cheeks turned red in an instant, and she quickly stood up, pulling her right hand out of Zhong Wen's grip. She didn't know whether to stay or go and was completely overwhelmed.

"Zhong Wen, what are you doing?"

"Zhong Wen, what are you doing?"