“Your Highness, that was before. Now, Guard Wuhen is much more accommodating to Miss Xique,” ​​Bailu said with a hint of envy.

“Yes, just like how the Prince treats you, Princess, how wonderful,” Lin Shuang said suddenly.

Ji Fengyao blinked, seemingly lost in thought.

Treat her like a prince would?

The prince has been treating her very well lately, but she's been quite beastly towards him lately.

Sigh, it's all because that guy is just too good-looking and too good at flirting.

Thinking about it, she felt a bit cheated. She was a bandit, so why was she always being teased by him until she lost her armor and fled in defeat?

No way! I have to win her back tonight!

So what if you're expelled from the sect? You can always shamelessly go back and become a disciple again.

As bandits, we absolutely cannot suffer losses!

night.

Just as Wuhen pushed Shang Xiye into Ji Fengyao's room, Shang Xiye slapped him away with a backhand.

Immediately afterwards, the door slammed shut.

Wuhen looked completely bewildered: "..."

What the hell? Why is the prince hitting him for no reason? What did he do wrong?

Shang Xiye then used telepathy to dismiss the guards near the house, instructing them to stand watch outside the courtyard. He then abandoned his wheelchair and got up to walk towards the bedroom. Although his legs were not yet very nimble, he could still walk short distances.

The candlelight flickered, and the young female bandit, dressed in thin clothes and with long hair, posed alluringly through the light gauze curtains.

"What did you just call me?" Shang Xiye felt a dryness in her throat, and her short sentence trembled and broke into several pieces.

"My little husband..." Ji Fengyao said in a coquettish tone, just to spite herself.

You call me "little wife," so I'll call you "little husband." We're both young, that's fair!

Come on, let's cause trouble, let's hurt each other!

Shang Xiye's right hand trembled as he gently lifted the curtain.

The little beauty inside the tent immediately pounced on him, grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him inside.

The girl's unique fragrance wafted over me, and her body felt warm and soft against my skin.

A delicate, white finger gently traced his face, her voice alluring: "My little husband, you are so handsome, but your flirting skills are terrible. Let me demonstrate for you."

Shang Xiye: "...!"

What triggered this sudden realization in my young wife?

But regardless of who provoked her, all he could say was, well done!

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please don't do this." Shang Xiye followed her words, deliberately showing weakness and pretending to be a trembling little puppy, which only made people want to bully and abuse him.

So you're saying you don't want it anymore?

When you're flirting with people so irresistibly, why don't you ask if they want to be with you?

Ji Fengyao was even happier to see his frightened look. She reached out and grabbed his collar, leaned in and pressed her face close to his. Her clear phoenix eyes met his gentle gaze, and she was slightly taken aback.

His clear, beautiful eyes were filled with her image; his eyes were softly brimming with tears, enveloping her and giving her a warm feeling.

No way, you're going to surrender after just one look from them?

Ji Fengyao shook her head, and to hide her guilty conscience, she quickly kissed his eyes to make him close them, and then covered his lips with her heart pounding.

However, at some point, the world turned upside down, and in this chaotic night, no one could tell who had assaulted whom.

At dawn.

Neither of the two sleeping soundly noticed that a pale yellow light emanated from between Shang Xiye's eyebrows and entered between Ji Fengyao's eyebrows.

The arc of light swirled and entangled around the deep blue extreme fire, causing it to sway violently from side to side.

Ji Fengyao seemed to sense something and uneasily hummed in agreement.