“You… scoundrel!” The moment Feng Jiu’er realized what Di Wu Ya intended to do, her face drained of all color. She nearly fainted from the shock.

Though she had always carried herself with bold, spirited grace; though her courage surpassed most; though she possessed a grand and sweeping bravado; though… even so, she had her moments of fear.

As Di Wu Ya ruthlessly tugged her garment down, her breathing faltered, and her eyes reddened in frantic distress.

“Don’t touch me — get away from me!”

Di Wu Ya’s gaze lifted from her chest, meeting her clouded, misty eyes — and the reason he had lost finally found its way back to him.

In truth, he hadn’t known what he meant to do. His hand had simply followed his impulse.

He had always said he was a man of action.

In the end, his hand came to rest upon her head. He cupped the back of her head in his palm, and his thin lips pressed down once more…

“Mmm…”

……

When Feng Jiu’er fled out of the forest, her clothes were still in a state of disarray.

Fortunately, she had noticed quickly enough — upon hearing Zhan Yuheng’s call, she immediately straightened her garments from head to toe.

Glancing back, there was no sign of Di Wu Ya behind her. She had finally managed to shake off that beast.

What was frightening was that whether it was his lightness technique or his inner energy, both were formidably powerful.

Even though he wasn’t there now, it was as though she lived perpetually within his line of sight.

She had the constant feeling that if he ever wanted to find her, he could do so at any moment.

Why had this happened so suddenly? Chasing her down, kissing her — and even, touching… That beast! The next time they met, she would absolutely use a needle to render that groping hand of his useless!

“Jiu’er!” Zhan Yuheng was the first to spot Feng Jiu’er emerging from the forest. With a light tap of his foot, he strode swiftly toward her.

The lingering resentment in Feng Jiu’er’s eyes had not yet been completely concealed in time — and he was already standing right before her.

“Jiu’er, where did you go just now?” Zhan Yuheng’s voice carried a note of urgency.

Feng Jiu’er let out a long breath, shook her head, and pressed down every trace of resentment and anger within herself.

When she raised her head again to meet Zhan Yuheng’s gaze, her eyes held a wide, guileless smile: “Brother Heng, Jiu’er went to catch butterflies.”

Zhan Yuheng’s gaze swept over her. Though her clothes were in order, something about her struck him as oddly off — he couldn’t quite say why.

Her hair was slightly disheveled; her face — he frowned, his gaze shifting to a point just past her. “Why is your face so red?”

Feng Jiu’er blinked, then immediately laughed it off: “There were so many butterflies just now — Jiu’er couldn’t catch them all, and got so tired.”

Flushed from running — couldn’t he see that?

Zhan Yuheng’s gaze returned to her face. Suddenly his eyes darkened, and his long fingers came to rest beneath her chin. His grip tightened, tipping her face upward.

“Just now — who were you with?”

On her neck — a pink mark, vivid and jarring to the eye.

A sudden heaviness struck his chest, followed by a sharp, stinging pain: “Who was it!”

In an instant, Zhan Yuheng’s eyes turned cold. An aura of killing intent seemed to rise from his entire being.

In this moment, he was nothing like the gentle, refined Brother Heng that Feng Jiu’er remembered. Right now, he was dangerous.

It suddenly came back to her — after Di Wu Ya had kissed her for a long while, just as she was catching her breath, he had bitten into her neck in a moment that seemed like sheer loss of control!

Zhan Yuheng’s gaze had just fallen there — on her neck…

“This Royal Highness is asking you a question!” A sharp pain shot through her chin. When she looked up, Zhan Yuheng’s eyes had gone even colder.

“Just now — exactly who were you with?”

Could it be that what Feng Qingyin had said was all true? That this was simply her nature — that she just enjoyed consorting with all manner of unsuitable men? Could it be that those accusations were not merely Feng Qingyin’s slander, but in fact the truth?