Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 860 - 859: The Happiest Time of My Life

Chu Qianli felt she was on the brink of death.

An hour had passed.

It was now deep into the night.

The banquet was still going on.

All she wanted was to go back to sleep.

But tonight, there were important matters to attend to; it wasn’t ti to return just yet.

A breeze blew by, and although she was wrapped in a thick blanket, it still felt a bit chilly.

She quickly took out a mirror and a comb, realizing she couldn’t create a dignified hair bun on her own.

After trying several tis unsuccessfully, she finally decided to give up, casually pulling her long hair up.

It hung loosely at the back of her head.

"Not bad," was Feng Yexuan’s assessnt.

Chu Qianli couldn’t help but turn around for a glance. The man was still lying in the bed, showing no intention of getting up.

His muscular shoulders and arms were still exposed, clearly indicating what they had just done.

Chu Qianli only took one look, and her face turned completely red.

"Aren’t you going to get up and dress? What if soone sees you later?"

"Who dares to co over?" Feng Yexuan sounded unconcerned, but he still sat up.

He didn’t put on his clothes right away; instead, he reached from behind and grasped her slender waist.

Burying his face in the nape of her neck, he deeply inhaled, drawing in her delicate fragrance.

"How about..."

"No! Don’t even think about it!" Chu Qianli’s face turned pale with fright.

Already three tis! This man was simply a lunatic!

Even if he didn’t die from that, she couldn’t handle it! She wasn’t made of iron.

"Stop ssing around!" Feeling his large hand wandering around her waist, Chu Qianli quickly put down the comb and pushed him away.

"It’s getting late, and the Emperor is probably about to attend the New Year’s Eve ceremony. You dare... you dare waste ti."

"Do you really think this is a waste of ti?" Feng Yexuan’s face darkened, "Just now, was one of the happiest monts of my life."

Furthermore, there were those few intimate monts after she recognized her identity in Longteng Country.

As for other tis, it seed to be always him forcing her, naturally not as satisfying as mutual affection.

So mutual affection turned out to be so important.

"We really can’t be ssing around."

Chu Qianli gently pushed his hand away: "Your father, the Emperor, is seriously ill now. The court is more treacherous than ever before."

Therefore, unless necessary, let’s not create further complications.

Feng Yexuan finally listened to her and let go.

However, the noble Prince Yexuan had one last request: "Help dress."

"..."

Damn man, she really wanted to kill him!

...

When Chu Qianli and Feng Yexuan returned to the banquet, everyone’s gaze instantly fell on them.

Without exception.

They had vanished for almost two hours and upon return, the flush was still evident on the young lady’s face.

Her walking posture looked like soone who had exhausted her energy and was mustering up all her spirit!

And Prince Yexuan, with his peerless face, radiated a triumphant joy.

What these two had just been doing, anyone could guess with their toes.

Feng Qihe was so furious he almost fainted.

His health was not good today, and he truly almost passed out.

If pushed a bit further, perhaps, he would have died from anger.

However, at the venue, there now appeared a slender, pale figure.

"Wuya!"

Seeing him again, especially after regaining her mory, Chu Qianli felt a surreal sense of nostalgia.

He had returned before, but during that eting, she was still Xiaoyao, without any recollection of the past.

This ti, it was as if they were reuniting for the first ti after Wuya’s heart surgery!

How precious such a reunion was after a thousand trials.

However, before they had a chance to catch up, a huge change was already brewing within the palace!