CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 47: LIN WANYUE, BEHAVE YOURSELF AND DON’T MOVE

Yun Ran’s breath hitched, and even her body and heart trembled lightly.

Perhaps it was because of his words, or perhaps when his thin lips accidentally brushed past her ear, it created an electric current. Yun Ran took a moment to find her voice again.

"How did you know it was me?"

The man chuckled softly in her ear, "Because I remember the scent on your body."

Yun Ran: "..."

She let her guard down!

Logically, he was in a medicinal bath, with the air filled with the rich aroma of herbs, which should naturally mask her own scent.

She didn’t expect...

[Is this guy part bloodhound or something?]

"Then when did you see through me?"

"The moment you walked in, I already knew it was you."

Yun Ran: "..."

So she had been playing the little palace maid there for quite a while, only to fool herself?!

Yun Ran was a bit upset and punched him on the chest.

"Nangong Mo! You’re too much!"

This time, Yun Ran didn’t use much force.

The man gently rested his chin on her shoulder, laughing stifledly, "You’re the one who chose to play the little palace maid; I was just cooperating with you."

For a moment, Yun Ran was speechless.

"Do I have to thank you then?"

"Hmm. How about with your body?"

"???"

Yun Ran doubted her hearing, "W-what did you say?"

"Aren’t you going to thank me? How about offering yourself?"

Yun Ran: "..."

She was mistaken! She underestimated his shamelessness!

Yun Ran silently glanced at the Luminous Pearl above her head, reached out to push him, but couldn’t move him.

"Nangong Mo, let go of your paw!"

"No."

Yun Ran: "..."

[You’re a Prince! Not a rogue, alright?]

Unable to push him away, Yun Ran tried to pry his hand off, but the more she pulled, the tighter he encircled her.

Yun Ran suddenly felt a bit short of breath.

But then, she heard the man murmur lowly:

"Lin Wanyue, be good, don’t move."

"???"

He’s the one clinging to her unwilling to let go, and yet she was in the wrong?

Yun Ran was at a loss, indecisively laughing out of anger.

"Nangong Mo, did you always aspire to be a rogue since childhood?"

"Hmm."

Unexpectedly, Nangong Mo hummed in a low tone, catching Yun Ran off guard. She glanced at the man with his chin resting on her shoulder and couldn’t help but frown.

There seemed to be something quite off about Nangong Mo?

Yun Ran once again placed her hand on his chest, giving a gentle push, "Nangong Mo, are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

The temperature from her palm was burning hot, clearly abnormal.

At the same time, the man once again hummed lowly.

Could he have a fever?

Yun Ran pushed him away a little with effort and reached out to feel his forehead.

Upon touch, it was indeed burning hot.

Her palm moved down, brushing across his cheek, which was equally searing.

"Nangong Mo, you’re sick."

This time, the man’s hoarse voice replied with two words:

"I’m not."

Yun Ran refused to believe it. He clearly seemed off now, his forehead, chest, and cheeks all searing.

Could it be a cold?

Or is it related to the medicinal bath?

As she pondered, Yun Ran’s fingers already felt his pulse.

The pulse was rapid and chaotic, with qi and blood surging, and the inner strength running rampant.

Yun Ran frowned deeply, her eyes full of shock and concern; this pulse...

It wasn’t sickness, but more like... desire?!

Did someone drug him with that kind of stuff?!

But that shouldn’t be! They always eat at the Empress Dowager’s place...

Could it be some little palace maid in the Empress Dowager’s palace took a liking to him??

Who would have the courage to do that?

Or did she misdiagnose?

Yun Ran’s mind was in chaos, the man resting on her shoulder suddenly lifted his head to look at her and softly called out:

"Lin Wanyue."

At this moment, meeting his gaze, Yun Ran saw his face flushed an unnatural red.

And his eyes, black as ink, like a bottomless ancient pond, stirring one’s soul.

Yun Ran’s heart quivered slightly, she opened her mouth, "Nangong Mo? You..."

However, before Yun Ran could finish speaking, Nangong Mo suddenly reached out to cup her face, lowered his head, and kissed her cherry blossom-like soft, delicate, and enchanting lips.

Yun Ran felt a thunderous explosion in her mind, a flash of white light, her mind blank, eyes wide in disbelief, she watched the man’s handsome face close at hand, unable to think at all.