"Why?" Lin Xiaosu exhaled softly. "Why were you so stubbornly determined to find me?"
"Because Brother Su is handsome!" the Seventh Princess answered dreamily, hanging from his arm. Her body was as soft as though it had no bones, though perhaps she was simply exhausted from all the commotion.
"Just that?"
"Just that... oh, no! There's more!" the Seventh Princess said. "You came to Qingqiu and asked for my hand by name. That was a contract. I agreed, so you can't go back on it."
"Back then, actually..."
The Seventh Princess lightly turned her hand, covered his mouth, and squirmed gently in his embrace. "Brother Su, don't say 'actually'..."
"I really do have to say this!" Lin Xiaosu gently moved her hand aside. "Actually, I really do like you quite a lot!"
The Seventh Princess cried out and threw her arms around his neck. "You wicked Brother Su! You scared me to death! I'm going to bite you!"
She gave his neck a gentle little bite.
Such intimate contact, such seductive sweetness, that peculiar charm of the fox race emanating from her...
Outside the room, beside the courtyard gate.
Hong'er and Qing'er gazed dreamily at the room.
Their faces had turned crimson too.
The night breeze swept past, and Hong'er exhaled softly. "The mistress really has arrived!"
"Mm!" Qing'er looked away.
Through the window, they could not see very clearly, but the movements of the two people inside were still rather scandalous. With them embracing so tightly, she truly had to be the mistress. Who else would dare do such a thing?
They ought to tell everyone in the residence.
Otherwise, someone ignorant of proper conduct might slight the mistress.
Next door, Fufeng stood beneath a window, quietly watching everything.
The night was deep, and both courtyards were enormous. Though