Rong Yi shot to his feet, his expression ferocious as he advanced step by step toward Qiqi. "Fine, then let this king show you my morning temper right now."
His demeanor was terrifying. Qiqi stumbled backward in fright, but the Wolf King had already climbed onto the bed in one stride, spreading his arms like an eagle swooping down on a chick—he had only meant to scare her, but Qiqi was so panicked that she accidentally fell backward onto the bed. And so, with the man above and the woman below, she was thoroughly pinned down.
This, this, this...
Rong Yi's face, handsome as a celestial god, hovered just above her, less than five centimeters away. Qiqi's eyes widened as she caught a flash of emerald light flickering through Rong Yi's dark phoenix eyes.
This must be a sign of his anger...
In an instant, her heart was suspended in midair.
"Hey, Rong Yi..." she asked nervously, "What are you going to do..."
Her tone carried a hint of pleading, a bit of fear, some tension, and a touch of panic.
"Hmph."
Rong Yi braced his hands apart, lowering his head to glare at her fiercely.
*This prince's morning temper is formidable—let's see if you dare kick people recklessly again.*
His eyes flickered with emerald light, brimming with anger; yet, upon meeting the girl's pitiful gaze, the storm clouds above him strangely dissipated. The irritation and jealousy stirred up by Lu Wei earlier all vanished as well.
At the tip of his nose was Qiqi's breath, soft and carrying a faint warmth. Her lips, like rose petals, were tightly pressed together, a pink hue shimmering with a pearlescent luster, looking... very tempting.
He only glanced once, and then he couldn't tear his attention away.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted. The emerald light in Rong Yi's eyes faded, gradually returning to a deep, ocean-like black; after a moment, his gaze turned blazing hot like fire.
"Qiqi?"
"...Hmm?"
"I like you..."
"Ah?"
Qiqi hadn't expected Rong Yi to confess at a time like this, especially in such an awkward position.
Even if she were slow to catch on, she had already sensed the danger, so she squirmed uneasily: "I know..."
"Qiqi, I really like you. Let me like you, okay? Hmm?" Rong Yi's voice was low and husky, gentle, with a hint of seduction.
Qiqi's heart trembled at that. She lowered her lashes, blushing as she stammered, "You... if you want to like me, what can I do about it? It's not like I can make you stop liking me..."
Rong Yi laughed, a muffled breath rumbling from his chest, his breath brushing against Qiqi's face, making her feel very unsafe. She squirmed again, but this time Rong Yi immediately caught her hand, his voice strained with difficulty: "Mm, Qiqi, don't move..."
Then, his kiss swiftly descended, landing gently on her lips.
It was hesitant, tentative—a soft touch, a tender nibble, as if savoring the most precious delicacy in the world... fragrant, soft, like crystal jelly...
Rong Yi felt a sweet fragrance between his lips and teeth, while a tingling sensation surged from the depths of his heart, as if someone were tickling it with a blade of grass. Each touch between lips and teeth brought a shock like an electric jolt...
The Wolf King's face drew infinitely closer, closer, and closer still. Qiqi even felt his long lashes brush against her eyes like butterfly wings. The scent of grass suddenly became intensely sharp, intoxicatingly so. Qiqi felt her heartbeat stop; she wanted to resist, but her body was limp, and the Wolf King's breath was so scorching hot, hot enough to melt everything... And so, she slowly closed her eyes.