If King Yueyin had truly come to obtain something from him, or to scheme for something.
Then this kiss would have been entirely for something on his person, with no emotion born from it. But Yang Chen felt that, if he was not mistaken, King Yueyin's kiss just now had been filled with emotional ripples.
It was a longing born of not seeing someone for a long time.
The more Yang Chen thought about it, the less he could make sense of it. He stared fixedly at King Yueyin, his hands beginning to tremble.
"Lord King Yueyin, you..." Yang Chen did not dare press her too hard, but King Yueyin's actions truly left him at a loss.
King Yueyin laughed so hard that she swayed like a flower branch in the wind. Her smile was teasing and utterly delighted, and Yang Chen increasingly felt that her coquettish laughter resembled someone—someone he knew well.
"Yang Chen, you really are lucky. To receive King Yueyin's fragrant kiss—did it feel good?" King Yueyin's smile bloomed like a hundred flowers in full flourish.
Yang Chen froze. "You... who exactly are you?"
"Who do you think I am? Other than me, who else in this world would dare be so forward with you? Is there anyone else?" King Yueyin's lips curved upward.
Hearing the tone in this woman's voice, Yang Chen paused slightly. At last, he remembered. Staring at her intently, he said in a low voice, "You are... Hua Wanru?"
"Correct." King Yueyin clapped her hands, looking delighted. "Not bad. After so long apart, you can still recognize me. Yang Chen, it seems you truly have not forgotten me."
Yang Chen had no time to answer that question now. His mind was filled with countless doubts. Looking at King Yueyin's delicate body, he said