Qian Renxue looked at him, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile, a hint of provocation in her eyes:
"How come? Don't you like me? With Xue Qinghe's face, you don't dare kiss me?"
Provoked by her words, Su Yu instead let out a low laugh, his fingertip gently gripping her chin.
His fingertip caressed her delicate skin, his gaze like glass tempered in fire as it locked onto her:
"Is Sister trying to provoke me?"
He leaned forward slightly, his warm breath brushing her lips. They were so close that he could clearly see the panic in her pupils, his voice wrapped in teasing heat:
"What's wrong with Xue Qinghe's face? As long as it's Sister, I'll dare to kiss you no matter what you look like."
Qian Renxue's heart suddenly jolted. The skin at the back of her neck was held down by his palm with a force that left no room for resistance. She instinctively tried to lean back, but he held her even tighter.
"Sister, you'd better change back to your own appearance. Someone will be passing through here soon—"
His fingers suddenly tightened, forcing her to raise her head. Their noses touched, and his voice dropped even lower, like honey tempered with ice:
"You wouldn't want news of the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou City having a 'preference for men' spreading through Heaven Dou City, would you?"
Before his voice had even faded, the hand supporting the back of her neck exerted a little more force, and their lips were about to meet.
Hearing footsteps approaching from not far away, Soul Power stirred around Qian Renxue, and Xue Qinghe's disguise instantly faded.
Golden long hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall, while a trace of lingering panic remained in her pale