The Crown Prince grabbed her mischievous hands. Hearing her words, he felt a pang of guilt.
"I… was just teasing you."
'How classy,' Shen Lang thought, rolling her eyes internally. Outwardly, however, she beamed. "That punch you took, Your Highness? I was just trying to tease you, too..."
Her tone dripped with sarcasm.
The Crown Prince was at a loss. Then he heard her speak again.
"Your Highness brought me all the way to your main hall. What is it you plan to do? Men and women are supposed to maintain a respectful distance..."
His long, raven-dark lashes lowered, his gaze meeting her glistening, seductive, fox-like eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was a low, magnetic rumble.
"You'll be mine sooner or later. Why worry about such distinctions?"
The beauty's eyes glinted with mischief. She hooked her arm around his neck. "You still haven't said what you want to do, Your Highness."
