Wen Muchen sat beside her, his clear voice filled with anticipation, "Wang, are you going to stay tonight?"
Ying Xixi glanced at him and asked, "Do you want to sleep with me?"
Wen Muchen pursed his lips shyly, "If the king wants, it's not impossible for me."
Ying Xixi narrowed her eyes, stood up, placed the teacup on the table, and leaned towards Wen Muchen, "Really?"
Ying Xixi moved closer and closer, and Wen Muchen could vaguely smell that familiar fragrance. "Of course."
Ying Xixi stopped when she was only a fist away from Wen Muchen's nose.
She raised her hand and lifted Wen Muchen's chin, her eyes falling on his face, examining it inch by inch.
The two people's breaths were entangled, and Wen Muchen felt that Ying Xixi's gaze seemed to have turned into substance, making his face hotter little by little.
He could even hear his own heartbeat, each one faster than the last.
Ying Xixi's gaze finally fell on Wen Muchen's lips.
Wen Muchen's lips are neither thick nor thin, just the right size, very rosy and moist, and look very kissable.
Ying Xixi leaned forward slightly, gradually closing the distance between herself and Wen Muchen.
Wen Muchen seemed to sense something and closed his eyes slightly.
But when the distance between their lips was only a finger's distance.
Ying Xixi stopped, stood up quickly, and released the hand that was pinching Wen Muchen's chin.
The pleasant aroma and warm breath suddenly disappeared.
Wen Muchen opened his eyes and looked blankly at Ying Xixi standing in front of him.
"king?"
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