Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1366 - 1365: You Were the One at Fault First

The subtle fragrance lingered in the air.

Feng Yexuan’s breath caught, his tall, imposing fra inexplicably tense.

He couldn’t look forward—if he did, she would be all he saw.

Closing his eyes, he thought that not seeing her would stop his spiraling thoughts, but instead, her presence beca even more vivid.

Her unique scent wafted into his senses, making the blood in his body gradually co to a boil.

Too hot...

"You... stay away from !"

Feng Yexuan thought his voice would sound rough enough, but unexpectedly, his words ca out low, husky, saturated with intensity.

Thankfully, Chu Qianli, who was focused on tending his wound, didn’t seem to notice his unnatural state.

Otherwise, this damned woman would surely mock him.

To be honest, even he couldn’t understand why his supposedly unshakable self-control crumbled the mont she approached him.

All he felt was discomfort, and an overwhelming urge... an urge to hold her tightly against him!

Feng Yexuan’s cheeks flushed faintly, even the tips of his ears burned hot.

His breathing was erratic, and though he tried to disguise it, he couldn’t completely suppress the heavy rhythm of his breath.

How could it co to this?

"Don’t let your thoughts run wild. I’m only tending to your wound, not trying to seduce you."

With such labored breaths, if Chu Qianli hadn’t noticed, then it could only be intentional ignorance.

Now, she had noticed.

Perhaps it was because the distance between them truly had gotten far too close.

But his wound was on his forehead, and with his towering height, even standing didn’t give her much of an advantage.

If she didn’t lean in, how could she handle his injury?

"I need to reopen the scabbing wound, apply dicine, and remove the dead skin so that new skin can grow properly—otherwise, I fear the scar will beco permanent."

"If... it stays, then it stays. Do you think this Prince... cares about that?"

If her body weren’t pressed so closely to him, his words wouldn’t have co out as hoarse as they did!

Feng Yexuan cleared his throat, only to realize that no matter how hard he tried, his voice remained raspy.

This was beginning to irritate him.

"Being this close, and you say you’re not purposely seducing this Prince?"

"Fine, fine, I’m seducing you, Prince. Is that acceptable now?" Chu Qianli wanted to roll her eyes at him.

"Hmph! Truly up to no good!"

Feng Yexuan exhaled deeply; closing his eyes didn’t help, opening them made things worse. He was so close... so close to pulling her into his embrace!

That night on the Dragon Bed...

Heavens! How could he be thinking of that night!

He didn’t even understand how he’d allowed himself to lose control so thoroughly back then, disregarding her will, forcing her into a shared false charade that beca all too real.

Wasn’t he supposed to dislike her?

That night had been an accident. He hadn’t planned on things escalating to that point.

But now, as he looked back, that accident had sohow beco his... his most cherished mory in recent days.

Why was he so shaless?

"Damned woman... damned woman!"

Feng Yexuan’s breaths grew heavier, his hand finally unable to resist, landing on Chu Qianli’s waist.

Whether he wished to pull her closer or push her away, even he did not know.

"Damned woman..."

What did he truly want to say? He had no answer.

Chu Qianli sensed danger. This ti, it wasn’t re teasing.

Her expression darkened: "Just one more bit to go, Yexuan. Please control yourself."

"You were the one who seduced this Prince first, and you’ve admitted it yourself!"

So, what did it have to do with him? It was all her fault!

He wasn’t a corpse—how could he possibly feel nothing?