Mu Chenshuang's brows furrowed, and she stepped forward, standing beside the man. She looked up at him and said, "There's nothing between me and Feng Moran. Why are you giving me this look?"
How could she not know what he was thinking?
Fu Junheng glanced at her sideways. The lake breeze ruffled his silver hair, and the sunlight shone on it, giving it a soft glow. His fair and handsome face exuded an air of nobility and refinement.
She had to admit that the man was indeed so handsome that every glance was stunning and could make one fall in love at first sight, especially his golden eyes. If you looked into them, you could easily fall into the abyss of his eyes.
However, at this moment, his eyes revealed a hint of resentment.
Mu Chenshuang's heart skipped a beat. Even though she was annoyed that the man was too stingy, her annoyance suddenly disappeared, leaving only helplessness.
"You must have known a lot about me before you pursued me. Why are you staring at me like that without saying a word?"
Fu Junheng looked at her and said, "I'm just feeling unhappy."
The tone was calm and devoid of any emotion, yet it contained a deep resentment.
Mu Chenshuang turned to the side, looked up at him, and slowly raised her hand, her slender, white fingers gently stroking his neatly trimmed collar. "So you're jealous?"
As soon as he finished speaking...
The man reached out and pulled the woman's waist into his arms, causing Mu Chenshuang to fall directly into his embrace, her eyes meeting his deep, ocean-like gaze.
"I'm just jealous. Seeing you looking at him, and knowing him quite well, makes me unhappy," Fu Junheng said seriously.
Mu Chenshuang looked at him, then suddenly chuckled softly, "So easily jealous? Do you think I'd fall for Feng Moran? Do you think he's better looking than you?"
In terms of looks, Feng Mo Ran is indeed no less attractive than Fu Jun Heng, but the two have completely different temperaments and styles. Feng Mo Ran is too effeminate and enchanting, but not at all effeminate, while Fu Jun Heng is as noble as a god, as aloof and indifferent as a flower on a high mountain.
However, although Feng Mo Ran was beautiful, she was not her type.
Fu Junheng stared intently at her, his gaze seemingly piercing through her eyes, and asked in return, "What do you think?"
He wasn't someone who cared about superficial things like appearances, but seeing her staring at Feng Mo Ran just now, he felt a sense of crisis for the first time.
Seeing how serious he was, Mu Chenshuang was surprised that he was worried about her appearance. "Do you want to hear the truth?"
These words were spoken.
She clearly felt his arms tighten around her waist, and heard the man say in a deep voice, "You can lie if you want."
Mu Chenshuang suddenly chuckled softly.
Fu Junheng stared at her, his eyes darkening.
"Alright, why are you so nervous? What do you look like? Haven't you ever looked in a mirror? I still prefer people who look like you."
The high and mighty Crown Prince, a man revered by all for his divine looks, actually worried that he wasn't as handsome as others. At this moment, she admitted that her vanity had been satisfied.
Fu Junheng looked at her and pressed, "You still haven't answered my question."
Mu Chenshuang was taken aback, then looked at him and replied, "Of course you're the better looking one."
The words were spoken.
Although Fu Junheng's expression softened slightly, he didn't seem particularly happy. "You're not allowed to look at other men again," he said in a domineering tone.
"Why don't you blindfold me?" Mu Chenshuang said in a flippant tone. She was just making normal eye contact, but this man couldn't stand it. His domineering manner was hard for her to accept.
Fu Junheng's eyes darkened, and he remained silent.
“I don’t like Feng Moran. I just think he’s not a simple person,” Mu Chenshuang said seriously.
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