"What did you do?" Long Xiyue was so embarrassed she could barely keep her eyes open. In truth, she knew Hu Xiaotian was deliberately teasing her. Her Cinnabar of Chastity was still perfectly intact; she was unquestionably untouched.
"I deserve ten thousand deaths," Hu Xiaotian said. "I dare not say unless Your Highness promises to pardon me."
Long Xiyue bit her cherry-red lip. "That depends on what you did."
Looking at Long Xiyue's incomparably lovely face, Hu Xiaotian involuntarily swallowed. He took a step forward and whispered, "I did this..." Catching her off guard, he leaned in and brushed a kiss against her lips, as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water.
A rosy blush spread down Long Xiyue's graceful neck. Her fingers tangled together, and her heart filled with both embarrassment and delight, leaving her utterly conflicted.
Seeing her reaction, Hu Xiaotian could tell she was not angry. Growing bolder, he said, "And I did this..." He slipped an arm around her slender waist from behind and drew her into his embrace. His lustful audacity truly knew no bounds, but lust had certainly not clouded his judgment. His ears remained alert to every sound outside.
Long Xiyue went weak all over in his arms, her soft body leaning against his chest as her breathing quickened. Suddenly, she felt a squeeze at her breast. The scoundrel had unmistakably grabbed it. Her beautiful eyes flew open, and she scolded him softly, "Hu Xiaotian, you rogue! I misjudged you..."
Hu Xiaotian hastily released her and hung his head. "I didn't want to tell you, but Your Highness insisted on making me confess.
"That squeeze still lingered in his hand, leaving him wanting more.
Too embarrassed to look at him, Long Xiyue lowered her head and stared at the tips of her shoes.