His Royal Highness Is Holding a Girl (1)

Feng Wu was on tenterhooks. She was convinced that Jun Linyuan would throw her hands off, but to her surprise —

The crown prince didn't react at all.

Good. He had given his tacit consent.

Feng Wu's face lit up. That was promising.

She then began to press various pressure points on Jun Linyuan's head, massaging all the way from his head and back down to his waist, legs, and the bottom of his feet… all the way down his body.

Two hours had passed by the time Feng Wu was done.

Jun Linyuan had fallen asleep during the process.

It made sense. Jun Linyuan was physically worn out, and Feng Wu's massage had cleared up his energy channels. Sleep was good for him.

Asleep, he looked less intimidating and more like what a teenager his age should.

His exquisite bone structure and deep-set features were almost too stunning to look at.

Feng Wu rose to her feet, but Jun Linyuan grabbed a corner of her clothes like a spoiled child.