Ye Wuxia took the initiative, tentatively pursing Fang Ruotang's upper lip and gently sucking on it. Seeing that she did not object, she then went all the way in and deepened the kiss.

He's not angry anymore, is he?

The small mirror did not respond.

Fang Ruotang called out twice more.

Ye Wuxia opened her eyes from the surging passion, took a breath and stepped back a little, then gently brushed her lips against Fang Ruotang's twice.

She seemed to be lost in thought.

This made Ye Wuxia feel a tightness in her chest, and her self-esteem shattered.

Is his kissing skill really that bad?

She wouldn't secretly laugh at him in her heart, compare him to the other five people, and then think he's not good enough, would she?

At this moment, Ye Wuxia felt as if the sky had fallen.

"Don't you feel anything?"

"Are you not angry anymore?"

The two spoke in unison.

Ye Wuxia was silent for a moment. He was wondering whether he should cry or laugh. It was their first kiss, and Fang Ruotang's mind was filled with thoughts of whether he was angry or not.

But does it matter?

Didn't his kiss make her feel even a little bit infatuated?

Thinking back to the last time he saw Fang Ruotang in Prince An's carriage, she wasn't like this! She was clearly aroused by desire back then.

Ye Wuxia was provoked by this idea. She flipped over and pinned Fang Ruotang to the bed, saying angrily, "I'm not angry, but if you don't kiss me properly, I'm going to get angry."

Fang Ruotang stared at her innocent, watery eyes and muttered, "You're so hard to coax!"

Ye Wuxia: "..."

Forget it, why should he argue with an idiot?

Both were handpicked by Xiao Jingzi as male leads, and he didn't believe he was any less capable than Prince An. Prince An was able to arouse Fang Ruotang's desire as a woman.

He can do it too!

Ye Wuxia staked all his male dignity, kissing Fang Ruotang repeatedly in the room until they almost came to blows, only then was he satisfied.

But he got his way, while the others suffered.

The other five men, in broad daylight, were not idle hiding in their houses; they were either killing demons or comforting the people.

In short, no one can escape the fate of making a fool of themselves.

Huo Zhige, his eyes bloodshot, gritted his teeth and called out Ye Wuxia's name as he killed the demons, seemingly treating them like monsters to be slain.