C21 (1/2)

The next day, Lin Mansion.

”Your Highness, this is the Lin Mansion, not the Flame King's Mansion.” Lin Chu Yue could not understand what the number one War God King of China wanted to do.

Feng Yan's eyes twitched, and a smile formed on his lips as he looked at Lin Chu Yue, who was still on guard like a little cat.

”Accompany This King into the palace.”

”... Your Highness, I still have a lot of things to do in the afternoon. ” Firstly, she did have a lot of things to do in the afternoon, so she had to observe the candidates. Secondly, she really did not want to have any contact with Feng Yan, no matter if it was physical contact or something.

”Little girl, have you forgotten the consequences of disobeying this king?” The smile on his lips grew stronger, as if Feng Yan was trying to remind him of what happened a few days ago. ”Or, you are trying to tempt This King.”

… ….

Tempting your head!

A pair of black jade eyes glared at Feng Yan. Lin Chu Yue never thought that the man who had been her opponent for three years, would actually be such a scoundrel. Just how did this person become the China's War God?

”Your highness sure knows how to joke around. My daughter is going to purchase herbs in the afternoon.” Lin Chu Yue wanted to say something, Feng Yan, stop putting gold on your face, do you think that all women will stick on your body?

”In your heart, you are slandering This King.” How could Feng Yan not see what Lin Chu Yue was thinking? This little woman must be cursing him in her heart, and with a flash of her body, a gentle breeze blew past. In the next second, Feng Yan's handsome figure appeared in front of Lin Chu Yue, and just as Lin Chu Yue wanted to retreat, he realized that he was already firmly imprisoned in that pair of powerful arms.

”Your Highness, what are you going to do in broad daylight?”

Lin Chu Yue understood Feng Yan's power, but she never expected that his martial arts would be so superb, in just a moment, it had already appeared in front of him, trapping her in a cage.

Fearing that he would be forcefully kissed like last time, Lin Chu Yue turned his head away and stopped watching Feng Yan closely.

She had to admit that Feng Yan was a terrifying and hateful man. If she was given the chance to choose, even if she was beaten to death, she wouldn't have pulled Feng Yan to the Ten Thousand Flowers House to drink.

”Are you afraid of This King?” With a playful smile, Feng Yan took a whiff of Lin Chu Yue's hair, his index finger hooking up onto her long hair.

Her long hair fell in her hands like silk, making her feel very comfortable.