The sensation of weightlessness beneath her feet caused Ye Lingyue a moment of panic, forcing her to wrap her arms around Feng Xun.
When Feng Xun realized what he had just done, he was dumbfounded like a wooden chicken, his handsome face full of apologies.
The air seemed to freeze all at once, with Ye Lingyue's face flushing red.
His expression was almost pleading, as if Ye Lingyue were a fragile piece of porcelain.
"Ling Yue, I..."
Feng Xun lowered his gaze, his fan-like eyelashes quivering slightly...
"Damn it..." Feng Xun slapped himself hard on the cheek, leaving the print of five fingers on one side of his face.
"If you like her, why not tell her," a voice from within his body sneered coldly.
"Shut up, Ling Yue is not just any woman, I can't touch her, I will harm her," Feng Xun said bitterly.
"If you don't dare to touch her, then leave her to me. Sooner or later, she will be my woman," the man mocked.
