Su Zixuan felt the warmth of that hand, and a tremendous heat instantly rose within her, making her itch from the inside out—uncomfortable, yet somehow pleasant...
Wang Yan's voice sounded beside her ear, and she could even feel the breath he exhaled as he spoke.
"Look at you. You flirt with me all you want, but when it comes to the real thing, you go stiff all over and don't know what to do."
Wang Yan lifted Su Zixuan's chin. "Don't force yourself if you can't handle it."
Su Zixuan struggled free from Wang Yan's embrace, her pretty face flushed red. It was hard to tell whether she was embarrassed or angry.
As if unaffected, she forced herself to pour Wang Yan some tea. "Sir, you misunderstand this little woman. Everything I did was for your own good. The assassination wasn't something I could decide. All the promises I gave you were genuine. If you had agreed, none of this would have happened."
"Wouldn't I still have gotten no respect?" Wang Yan chuckled as he drank his tea. "Look how nice things are now. A few thousand people were killed or wounded, and now we can finally talk as equals. You even came back to negotiate peace. Go on, what are the terms?"
"What terms do you want, sir?"
"I've heard that when bargaining, whoever names a price first loses. From the looks of it, I'm the winner. Why should I name the price first? You're the ones who want peace. I can choose not to make peace, but you can't."
That was what made the Heavenly Kingdom uncomfortable. Before the real fighting began, they had indeed attached considerable importance to Wang Yan. Otherwise, they would not have repeatedly come to recruit him. But they had not valued him highly