Chapter 128 - Cheer Up, Traveling in the Snowy Night (Part 2) (1/2)

Her fingers twitched and she could feel the warmth and strength in his fingers. Mo Xuetong only realized then that he had been holding her hand tightly and had been holding his tightly without letting go. Half of her body was in his embrace. No wonder she could feel his warmth around her.

Her face heated up and she turned around, not daring to look at his handsome side profile. She bit her lips and her fingers moved, wanting to let go but not daring to. What if she annoyed the fellow and he really let go? Then she would really fall down!

“What’s the matter?” Feng Yuran turned around and asked her when he sensed the long slender fingers in his hand twitching.

“It’s nothing.” Mo Xuetong replied, biting her lips. She did not dare to say that anything was of matter. What kind of person was Feng Yuran? He was the prince the Emperor Zongwen doted on the most. And he sometimes did not even show respect to Emperor Zongwen. Like what she said, why would he care what an insignificant girl? But when she thought of how he had half-embraced her in an inappropriate manner, she was so shy that she could not look up. This person really did not follow the rules. Did he know that there should be a distinction between men and women?

Even though she did not wish to follow the rules today, they didn’t have to behave like this!

Of course, Mo Xuetong did not dare to say that to Feng Yuran. Who was he? He was the arrogant King Xuan! He was a man who would dare to offend anyone. It would be best not to annoy him if she could.

“If nothing’s the matter, why is your face so red? Let me take a look. Do you have a fever?” Feng Yuran looked at Mo Xuetong’s little face that peeked out from the large coat. He reached out gently to touch her forehead. Her temperature was not high nor low. He frowned and looked at Mo Xuetong’s face which was growing redder and redder and he could not decide right then if she was really having a fever or not.

“I’m sick!” Even if Mo Xuetong pretended not to know, she was so shy she could not speak when he reached out to touch her face. She grumbled to herself, wondering if Feng Yuran was playing tricks on her intentionally. Who would think that he was not easy to deal with when they saw him pretending to be decent and gentle? He seemed very harmless right now, but who knew what he would be up to the next moment. It would be better to be more prudent. As such, she might as well reply him to prevent him from creating more trouble.

“Are you really ill? You can’t be. Let me take a look.” Feng Yuran reached out and pressed his hand on Mo Xuetong’s forehead. Then, he put his hand on his forehead. He truly could not make heads or tails of the situation and did not want to just send her home like this. As such, he moved his head forward and intended to place Mo Xuetong’s forehead against his to see if she was having a fever.

Mo Xuetong’s long lashes fluttered when she saw his approaching handsome face. She did not know what he intended to do. His high forehead b.u.mped against her tender and pale forehead softly like a feather, and his handsome eyes were looking straight into her clear and confused eyes. Two sets of long lashes b.u.mped against each other. Feng Yuran’s deep dark eyes darkened further, blinking at her, and stirring at her soul with a flash of slyness.

“Is it a fever? Or are you ill?” There was a gentle murmur in her ears. The wind lifted his black hair, bringing them across his handsome face. Her slightly upturned lips had a hint of wildness in them. His handsome appearance was as seductive as the devil. His high nose, thin lips, and his glowing eyes were all filled with charm.

“No, no!” she answered as if she had been bewitched.

“Alright, then shall we go take a walk?” Feng Yuran’s smile grew even more bewitching. He was like a blooming flower that took away one’s breath. The charming smile on his handsome face had a hint of gentleness in it. Mo Xuetong felt as if her heart was being rammed by a deer and that even her breaths were heated. Her clear and lively eyes were shy as she lowered her head subconsciously, not daring to look at the beautiful face of the youth.

“It’s too late. We’d better go back!” Mo Xuetong muttered. She suddenly felt that the wind blowing at them was hot as well. Why wasn’t there any cold wind in the winter? She started to feel dizzy and she closed her eyes and took a long breath. She pushed Feng Yuran who was approaching her away forcefully. Then, she tugged at the coat wrapped around her tightly. She felt that the cold breeze had caused her mind to calm down.

She turned around and saw the smile on his handsome face. This person was too much. He was bating her intentionally! She gritted her teeth secretly but could not do anything to him. She glared at him fiercely. If looks could kill, Feng Yuran would have died several times already.

Could he be anymore shameless! He already looked like that and still made an expression like that intentionally. How many girls were there in the world who could withstand the seduction of his beauty? He was the n.o.ble King Xuan. How could he do something like that that was beneath his status? Furthermore, wasn’t there a rumor that said that he hated being stared at by women the most.

She didn’t feel so though. Instead, she felt that he was in a very good mood!

Feng Yuran’s lips curled up in a smile when he saw the beautiful girl regaining her vigor as she glared at him as usual. He really did not want to see her looking sickly and weak. She looked better now. The little wildcat had gotten back her claws and she did not seem as despondent and depressed as she did when he first saw her earlier.

It seems that she really had to get more wind. The winter wind was really powerful. She had regained her energy in just a while. She even had the energy to glare at him.

“Are you really not going?” Feng Yuran raised his brows.

To go or not to go? Mo Xuetong hesitated for a moment. She looked at the streets in the distance. There were more people on the streets today than usual. The crowd bustled and she could hear the occasional sounds of laughter coming from the streets. The people were all very happy. The happy atmosphere was something that the Mo Manor did not have. The Mo Manor was grave and solemn and lacked vitality. The breathing of the people down there was all light. Compared to the grave and solemn atmosphere in the Mo Manor that made her feel as if she could not breathe, she preferred the happiness under the lights.

She had the urge not to care about anything and to just head down there and stroll through the streets, being in the bustling crowd. Even if she just watched others laugh, it would put her in a much better mood, she thought. Her brows furrowed slightly and she replied subconsciously, “I’ll go!”

She found herself relaxing the moment she said that. Perhaps it was not that difficult to let go and not care about anything!