Zhou Gu was at a loss for words, staring at Su Rong with an intense reluctance to part.
Su Rong didn't want to leave either. She wanted to lie in Zhou Gu's arms, to kiss him and touch him. She even yearned to undress him to examine his wounds and see how his scars were healing and how long they would take to disappear.
But she couldn't defy Uncle Xie. He had even sent Fen Ling to drive her away. She really couldn't stay any longer; that would be improper.
Nor did she want to be punished by copying texts and having her palms smacked. Otherwise, where was the dignity of a princess?
She sighed, covered Zhou Gu's eyes with her hand, and said to the world outside, "You can tell them that I'm leaving right now."
Fen Ling acknowledged her statement with a reserved "okay" and left.
Su Rong leaned down to kiss Zhou Gu.
Zhou Gu briefly held his breath and reached out to clasp her hand in an attempt to seize the initiative.
Su Rong stopped him, "Don't move."