Qi Yu's heartbeat quickened by a few beats due to his low and ambiguous words, but she still retained a shred of rationality and was not dazzled by his good looks.
Her eyes widened as she gave the man, who had been ceaselessly teasing her, a fierce glare, "The Prince can figure it out himself!"
After dropping those words, she hurriedly ran away.
Behind her, Li Mingjue watched her flee in panic and chuckled softly.
The next morning, when Qi Yu woke up in the swaying room, her face was still a bit feverish.
Perhaps it was due to Li Mingjue's provocation last night, she had intermittent dreams all night, all of which were unspeakable in content.
Fortunately, by the time she woke up, Li Mingjue was no longer in the room.
Otherwise, the temperature of her face might have risen even more.
She sat up straight, tried to shake her head vigorously, and attempted to forget those romantic dreams.
But sometimes, the harder you try, the more futile it becomes.
