Ah! Song Feiwan's vision swayed, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. In her fluster, her hand pressed against something warm, barely managing to maintain her balance.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as she tried to discern the scene before her. When she finally focused, her cherry lips parted in shock, and her eyes widened like a startled deer.
Her delicate, fair hand had just pressed against the firm, beautiful chest of a man! His skin was pale as jade, yet warm to the touch; his muscles were slightly tensed and engorged, making the sensation feel electrifying.
As a medical student, she was well-versed in human anatomy. In that fleeting moment, it felt as if she could see through his skin and blood, catching a glimpse of the heart beneath his ribs, beating powerfully with each thump. The tremors traveled through her palm, and the countless blood vessels in her body seemed to resonate with his heartbeat, thumping in sync. A long buzzing sound echoed in her ears.
Moreover, a large hand belonging to the man pressed against her lower back. Even with her hand supporting herself, their upper bodies were still nearly glued together. It was too close, too hot. She tried to breathe lightly but could still catch the sharp scent of pine and snow emanating from him.
The shock in her mind roared past like a whirlwind. She forced herself to calm down, exerting pressure with her hand to lift herself slightly higher, but she couldn't completely escape his embrace.
The man sat comfortably in his chair with his long legs spread apart, tilting his head slightly. His angular phoenix eyes dangerously fixed on her.
"You... let go," Song Feiwan said involuntarily, feeling as though the space around her had been invaded.
Xiao Yu did not release her.
His heartbeat resonated through his chest and struck against her palm, causing the skin there to tingle. She desperately wanted to break free from his grasp, but the memory of what had just happened kept her restrained.
Xiao Yu scrutinized her expression closely and did not miss the confusion and resistance that flickered across her face when she had been forced so near to him.
Would a true lover react this way? His gaze grew colder.
Song Feiwan's face behind the mask had already turned red; she pressed down on his chest again.
"Your Highness, how can I examine your injuries like this?"
"There's no rush."
His words carried a heavy sense of pressure: "Aren't you well aware of matters concerning the King? Why are you so surprised to see these injuries?"
Song Feiwan was taken aback: "Because you've never mentioned these things to me. Perhaps you didn't want me to worry? Moreover, you are the esteemed Prince Chen; I never imagined anyone would dare harm you like this."
Xiao Yu's expression remained noble and aloof as he raised his thick, dark eyebrows. "Haven't you seen it?"
Song Feiwan was taken aback. "What! Between us, it's always been about passion and propriety!"
Xiao Yu let out a faint smile, his voice deep and magnetic as he repeated her words, "Passion and propriety." He then shifted the conversation, his tone turning ominous. "How is it that the king does not know? The king seems to be a man of rules."
Song Feiwan felt a wave of despair wash over her. She thought to herself, I should have known you disregard common customs; for you, power, wealth, and status are all that matter. You will stop at nothing to get what you want. But I can't just say that we've done everything together, can I? That would only expose us further!
She struggled to maintain a pitiful expression and asked with feigned innocence, "Your Highness, if you don't believe me, why do you ask?"
Xiao Yu continued to smile, his waist and abdomen tightening as he sat up straight. Then, with his other hand, he suddenly seized her neck!
The long, narrow phoenix eyes were now filled with unmasked killing intent!
Song Feiwan tilted her head back as her breath became constricted, the corners of her eyes turning a shade of crimson.
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