As they kissed,

Shang Changge suddenly sensed something and was taken aback.

By the time she realized what was happening, Xiao Ji had already ended the deep kiss and pulled away.

When I looked into her eyes, I saw unease, regret, and apology in her deep gaze.

"Feel sorry."

The two simple words are captivating and magnetic, with an indescribable, subtle, and muted tone.

Seeing that Shang Changge didn't speak but was just staring at him, he felt even more annoyed.

Not daring to lean closer, he could only raise his arm and cup the back of the woman's head with his large hand.

This time, instead of pulling the person into his arms, he gently touched them.

This is similar in effect to Shang Changge's comforting actions just now, using a gentle voice:

"Don't be afraid."

Her brows furrowed even more tightly, making a promise that she couldn't quite control but would do her best to keep:

"I guarantee that there will be no next time."

Shang Changge couldn't help but laugh out loud again, and maliciously leaned in close to the man's body, which had undergone an unusual change, until they were completely intertwined.

Hearing Xiao Ji's sudden, heavy breathing, her beautiful and eye-catching face beamed with an even more flamboyant smile.

Xiao Ji: ...

Realizing it belatedly, she breathed a sigh of relief, and without further hesitation, pulled Shang Changge back into her arms, both annoyed and amused, and scolded him:

"You're so happy that the princess is toying with me, huh? You little rascal."

Shang Changge was naturally happy, watching Xiao Ji laugh uncontrollably. She cupped the man's face in her hands, teasing him mischievously as she laughed:

"Brother Ji is so polite, pfft hahahahahaha—!"

She never expected him to apologize, but she likes polite people.

She took the initiative to kiss Xiao Ji's thin lips, a brief, fleeting kiss followed by a smile as her slender hand rested against the man's hard chest.

"No need to apologize next time, pfft—cough!"

He suppressed a laugh and stopped teasing Xiao Ji.

Instead of immediately getting off Xiao Ji's lap and embarrassing him, she created some distance between them.

Give the man space and time to calm down. The two of them just stared at each other like that.

Shang Changge wanted to laugh for no reason but held it in and changed the subject, praising him:

"Xiao Ji, you're so cute."

Xiao Ji felt that the little rascal had just praised him for his politeness, so he couldn't be impolite now. Therefore, he replied:

"Your Highness is too kind."

After being polite, she didn't forget to reciprocate, saying, "The princess is lovely too."

Shang Changge raised an eyebrow, exuding confidence: "I know I'm adorable, General Xiao, there's no need to emphasize it."

Xiao Ji: ...

The inner room was quiet for a while. Then, looking at Xiao Ji, Shang Changge suddenly blurted out something, without knowing what he was thinking:

"Xiao Ji, if this happens a few more times like today, and you can't do anything about it, won't you eventually just..."

Xiao Ji covered his mouth with his hand.

Shang Changge's long eyelashes trembled, her beautiful eyes blinked, and she looked extremely innocent.

Xiao Ji was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He'd fallen for this little rascal, so he had no choice but to reason with him.

"What good does it do the princess to curse her minister like this?"

Shang Changge thought it made sense, but not wanting to see Xiao Ji gaining the upper hand, she wanted to say something sarcastic.

Thinking it might hurt feelings, I swallowed my words and continued:

"That's true. Who knows, we might want to use it someday when the time is right."

Xiao Ji supported Shang Changge's waist with his strong arms to prevent her from losing her balance and falling to the ground.

"Excuse my boldness, but what does the princess mean by 'the right temperature'?"

Shang Changge thought for a while before answering this question:

"It will probably be the day that I also fall in love with General Xiao."

Xiao Ji's agitation had subsided, and his large hand, which was supporting Shang Changge's waist, tightened, easily pulling the woman into his arms.

Lips covered the delicate, luscious lips of a peony petal, drawing in the sweetness; this time, it wasn't a deep kiss, but a measured savoring.

Xiao Ji leaned in, his warm breath brushing against Shang Changge's shoulder and neck, his voice possessing the mellow charm of a mature man.

"I await that day."