Feng Yexuan was genuinely enraged.
In his mind and heart, all he could think about was Chu Qianli's earlier sarcasm towards him, and—her disdain!
She was clearly looking down on him; otherwise, how could she have said such cruel and heartless words?
That damned woman—she was truly too much!
Fen Ling, however, felt deeply displeased.
The angrier he became, the more it revealed his genuine care for Chu Qianli.
For a man as proud as the Prince Yexuan, if he didn't truly care, he wouldn't have spared even half a thought over her.
Caring… but how could she allow it?
"Yexuan, these days that I haven't been by your side, have you been sleeping well at night?"
Fen Ling stepped closer to him, her voice impossibly soft and gentle: "At night… does your head still hurt?"
She wanted to get closer to him, but the Prince Yexuan had always been a cold and distant man. Even though he had acknowledged her, he didn't like too much physical intimacy between them.
