Yan Li believed that as long as she escaped the castle and the people inside didn't chase after her, no one could do anything to her.

But as it turns out, the strange Wen Ze didn't need to chase after him at all.

As midnight approached, Yan Li had already escaped to the foot of the mountain. Just as she was contemplating whether to find a tree to lean against and rest for a while, or to continue her escape into the night, thick fog rose around her.

She instinctively covered her nose with her sleeve, and without hesitation, just as she was about to avoid it, her body suddenly went limp.

At the same time, a formation-like object beneath her lit up.

By the time she realized what was happening, she was already back in the crystal coffin, and coincidentally, she landed right on Wen Ze.

Wen Ze didn't seem to be hurt at all, his expression remained normal, but he habitually gripped her waist, asking, "Did you have fun, A-Yan?"

With his other hand, he tidied Yan Li's slightly messy hair, speaking softly, as if Yan Li really hadn't run away, but had just gone out to play for a while.

Yan Li was furious. She pried Wen Ze's hands away and then grabbed his neck without hesitation. "You did this on purpose?"

Even with his lifeline controlled, Wen Ze showed no sign of tension; in fact, the hand that was holding Yan Li's waist began to stir again.

"Is Ah Yan going to kill me too?"

"Before I die, could you please grant my wish, Ah Yan?"

He opened with a winning hand.

Yan Li's ears instantly turned red, and even her face flushed slightly. She looked at Wen Ze, whose eyes were filled with desire, with a complicated expression, and paused for a moment before saying:

"You're really sick."

She couldn't kill this person at all.

Yan Li let go.

Although it was a downhill path, it wasn't particularly smooth, and by this time, she was already exhausted.

"Is Ayan not going to kill me again?" Wen Ze looked at Yan Li, who had slumped down, and there was a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Only Yan Li knew that this man was simply waiting for her to make a move so that he could legitimately lay a hand on her.

Yan Li reached out and covered Wen Ze's mouth again: "Just go to sleep. It's not like I can kill you."

Wen Ze deliberately waited for the right time to summon Yan Li back, not just to sleep.

He looked down at Yan Li, who had her eyes closed and seemed to be asleep, and kissed her without hesitation, pulling away immediately after touching her.

But Wen Ze didn't just touch her once; he kissed her face all over again and again, especially her lips.

He seemed to have discovered a toy, or perhaps he saw himself as a toy, and teased her relentlessly.

Yan Li wasn't fully asleep to begin with; she just didn't want Wen Ze to find an excuse to punish her. But now that Wen Ze was making such a fuss, she couldn't keep up the act any longer and naturally got angry.

She simply opened her eyes, only to see Wen Ze smiling with his lips pursed. In that instant, it felt as if a string in her mind had snapped.

She propped herself up, grabbed Wen Ze's chin with her other hand, and fiercely kissed his lips.

Remove immediately upon contact.

"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me! Why don't I kiss you until you're bald?"

"You think you're a princess?!"

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Yan Li's anger immediately subsided, leaving only confusion and bewilderment.

She secretly pinched her thigh.

It's not a dream.

Is Wenze really the princess she's been searching for?!

It's so bumpy.

Isn't he that wicked witch?

That's insane.

The doubt is that I never doubted him.

Yan Li looked at Wen Ze, whose chin she had grabbed, and swallowed subconsciously, wanting to ask something.

But Wen Ze was already aroused by her kisses. Seeing that Yan Li had stopped making any other moves, he decided to take matters into his own hands and be self-sufficient.

He reached out and grabbed Yan Li by the back of her neck, pulling her towards him, and then gently bit her.

Unlike the previous playful teasing, this time Wen Ze was clearly serious, and his other hand began to probe inside her waist.

The next moment, their positions were reversed once again.

…*…

"What do you mean?" After the absurdity, Yan Li finally managed to get Wen Ze to talk, but she still couldn't believe it: "You mean, you made it all up?"

"Then what about Nadawi, is he also a fake?"

Yan Li had the illusion that her feelings had been toyed with. She had analyzed it so seriously, and this turned out to be the truth?

Wen Ze was rubbing Yan Li's waist, his eyes fixed on the red marks on her body with an unfathomable look, his tone indifferent:

"Not entirely. For example, that princess did want to kill me, but she wasn't as strong as me. After casting a curse on me, she died herself."

Yan Li: "..."

The Wicked Witch was actually a princess who underwent a complete transformation?

wrong.

"Are you making this up again?" Yan Li seemed to realize something and tried to sit up, but Wen Ze pressed her down.

I could also hear a few muffled laughs from him.

Yan Li couldn't stand the thought that she might be being scammed again.

But as soon as she moved, Wen Ze tightened his grip on her waist and pressed her down beneath him once again.

He slowly took Yan Li's hand in his, then leaned down and whispered in her ear:

"What's wrong, my dear warrior? Don't you like this story?"

His voice was soft, like flirting, or like sweet talk, as if he would give her a different answer to appease her if she said she was not satisfied.

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