Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 669 - 668: If you’ve had your fill of looking, then

Feng Yexuan instinctively wanted to throw her out.

But the feeling of her petite body shrinking into his embrace was so familiar!

It was as if, the dead woman had returned!

In a mont of distraction, the wretch had already undone his overcoat and wriggled into his arms, finding the most comfortable position before closing her eyes again.

"So sleepy..." Truly tired.

It seed like she hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep for days.

Every day there was so much to do, never-ending tasks...

She quickly fell asleep.

Despite the bumpy ride, as she hugged his waist and lay in his embrace, she managed to sleep so soundly.

Feng Yexuan’s face was as cold as ice.

Reason told him he must push this wretch away; she was not Lili!

Yet emotionally, this familiar feeling kept tugging at his nerves.

Is there a slight possibility, just maybe, she really is Lili?

But if she was Lili, why wouldn’t she tell him? Could it be she too had forgotten her past?

Should he hold her tightly and truly feel...

But as soon as he reached out and embraced her, it was as if he got burned, and he imdiately retracted his hand.

If she wasn’t Lili, to hold her would be a betrayal to Lili!

His heart was full of indescribable conflict.

Xiaoyao’s hands, wrapped around his waist, started to slide down.

After falling asleep, she lost all vigilance; her grip loosened, her body swayed, and she nearly rolled off.

Ultimately, it was Feng Yexuan who held her tight, saving this foolish woman from nearly tumbling down.

With Jifeng moving so fast, she dared to sleep atop its back; how careless she was!

Didn’t she know his Jifeng was famously swift?

However, the wretch sleeping in his arms, that peacefully content expression, inexplicably made him feel sowhat better.

After all, she was so much like Lili.

Perhaps she had just lost her mory, perhaps she was wronged to beco like this, perhaps she really was Lili...

But what if she wasn’t?

Amidst this conflicted state of mind, Feng Yexuan left the city overnight, hurrying to the place of Feng Wuya’s accident.

The horse abruptly stopped, and up on the cliff, there was no longer any trace of people.

The marks of the fall were still there.

Feng Yexuan leapt down from the horse.

Xiaoyao, still in deep sleep, instantly lost her support; her delicate body shook, and she almost rolled off the horse’s back.

Feng Yexuan frowned, readying to deliver a burst of energy to catch her.

Unexpectedly, Jifeng, as if sensing the danger of the person on its back, gently swayed its body, flinging the teetering Xiaoyao back to the center of its back.

A flicker of surprise crossed Feng Yexuan’s eyes.

Jifeng, fond of this dead wretch!

How could this be?

Jifeng’s temper, barely softer than its master’s.

Where did this gentleness co from today?

Xiaoyao rubbed her eyes, and this ti, she truly woke up.

She stretched on the horseback, yawned, and then opened her eyes.

The wind was calm, only a little cold. It seems the destination had been reached.

At the edge of the cliff, the wind was strong; a gust blew, causing her to shrink instinctively.

She was pulled from the bed by Feng Yexuan while still being sowhat dressed, yet without a coat, so cold!

A robe engulfed her completely.

Xiaoyao finally managed to crawl out from under the robe and instinctively wrapped it tightly around herself.

It still carried the man’s warm body temperature...

Looking again at ’Prince Dog,’ he stood at the edge of the cliff.

The wind whipped his long hair, and though his silhouette was as aloof and inaccessible as always,

At that mont, he seed so pleasing to the eye, unbelievably handso.

What had this man eaten to grow up? Each sighting set a new bar for his handsoness.

Sohow, no matter how you looked, he was handso...

"Have you seen enough?" Feng Yexuan’s voice, icy cold, ca through, "If you have, then get over here to !"