Chu Qianli did not know that a man's lips could be so soft.
They were soft, the color reminiscent of rose petals, indescribably beautiful.
She froze for two seconds.
After two seconds, she immediately tried to pull away.
But the back of her head was held firmly by his large palm, gently pushing her back.
He did not let her get away.
"Prince..."
"Do you only call me by my name when you are angry?"
Feng Yexuan looked down at her.
It turned out that the distance between them had already become so close.
With her head in his control, she had nowhere to escape.
This small face, not even two palms away from his.
So very close.
It seemed that with just a slight bow of the head, their faces could completely press against each other.
The breathing became somehow heavier.
The coarse breath landed on Chu Qianli's face, tickling her, a strange feeling that left her unable to speak.
It was as if there was some small animal in her heart, starting to jump about wildly.