Xia Feng's chin was tilted up by the silver-haired woman, and those clear and cold eyes above him appeared somewhat puzzled.
"....."
Huang Zhaoyue: "?"
Xia Feng's eyelids twitched, unable to articulate his words.
Huang Zhaoyue, however, stared at Xia Feng in astonishment, with eyes full of confusion, even a bit disdainful—did this guy like the king?
What was going on?
Was he crazy!
After Mu Qingtong pointed it out, images flashed through Huang Zhaoyue's mind of Xia Feng, who repeatedly spoke harshly to her, ultimately choosing to cooperate with her to help unlock the Dragon-locking Well, even displaying an urgency greater than hers to resolve it.....and now, taking the opportunity to hold her in an attempt to take advantage....
Undoubtedly, the Xia surname indeed coveted the king!
Under the influence of this repulsive blood bond, he dared to like the king?!
