His appearance perfectly matched her preferences. If she weren't in a book, having a boyfriend like him would surely feel like a stroke of luck from her ancestors.
No matter what conflicts arose between them, she couldn't hold it against such a face. At this moment, although she felt quite tired, she was reluctant to sleep. Blinking her eyes, she moved a little closer to Xiao Yu.
The man lifted his eyelids and looked at her coldly, completely different from the fierce and demanding man he had just been.
Song Feiwan felt a bit awkward and cleared her throat lightly. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall as she leaned beside him, her delicate and fair face barely the size of a palm.
"Your Highness, are you tired?" she asked.
Xiao Yu's expression turned inscrutable as he glanced down at her. "What are you implying?"
Realizing he had misunderstood, Song Feiwan's face flushed instantly. She hurriedly replied, "No, that's not what I meant at all." She definitely wasn't questioning Xiao Yu's stamina! And she certainly didn't have the energy for anything more!
Xiao Yu raised one of his thick black eyebrows.
Song Feiwan chuckled slightly, trying to explain, "If Your Highness is tired, I can give you a massage. You know I'm a doctor; I'm quite skilled with acupoints. Everyone I've treated has said so."
Xiao Yu coldly asked, "Who have you treated?"
Is that really the point? Song Feiwan thought to herself.
Instead of answering his question, she suggested, "How about you try lying on your side?"
Xiao Yu pressed his lips together, seemingly lost in thought, but eventually turned onto his side.
Song Feiwan knelt on the bed and earnestly began to massage his firm arm. Before long, a light sheen of sweat appeared on her skin.
She became aware of it; the air around her thickened with her own fragrance.
Xiao Yu's gaze darkened, and his breath grew warmer. Finally, he accurately grasped her hand that was stirring up trouble and sat up, looking down at her.
"Speak. What do you want?"
Song Feiwan pouted and murmured, "Do I really need to have an ulterior motive?"
He let out a cold laugh, as if that was the answer itself.
Isn't it true? This woman always has a purpose behind her every calculation. She is someone who can exploit anyone to her advantage.
Song Feiwan felt a pang of guilt and touched her nose, "I do have something to ask of you this time."
Xiao Yu chuckled again, as expected.
She continued, "I want to see someone."
Xiao Yu's expression turned cold, and for a moment, the face of Rong Jiayi flashed before him, causing the atmosphere around them to drop sharply.
"Who?"
"Winter Solstice," Song Feiwan replied.
Xiao Yu blinked in surprise.
Song Feiwan tilted her head back, her voice softening in the tranquil night, almost like a coaxing plea. "Your Highness, I truly can't stop worrying about her. Would you let me see her just once?"
Xiao Yu knew that Winter Solstice was close to her; after she faked her death, Winter Solstice had fainted from crying several times.
Winter Solstice had no idea she was still alive, and during these days, Song Feiwan had been quite obedient. However, just seeing her didn't seem too unreasonable.
Thinking this over, Xiao Yu responded with a faint "hm," preparing to lie back down.
But unexpectedly, Song Feiwan leaned closer and called out to him, "Your Highness."
Xiao Yu felt the softness of her body against him and saw the hidden flames in her eyes.
"Say it all at once," he said impatiently.
Song Feiwan smiled and pressed on, "I heard she opened a shop. Can I go take a look? I promise it will be quick; I'll be back in no time. If you're worried, you can send someone to follow me."
"What do I have to worry about? Do you dare to run away?"
"I wouldn't dare," she quickly replied. "Then thank you very much, my lord!" Song Feiwan beamed at him.
That sincere smile seemed to dispel all the worries she had hidden away and struck a chord in Xiao Yu's heart.
Unable to hold back any longer, he cursed under his breath and suddenly pulled her into his embrace, sealing her lips with his own.
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