Li Mingjue felt as if his entire body was set aflame by her actions, his ink-colored eyes firmly fixed on the person atop him, his voice slightly hoarse as he asked, "Princess, how would you like to deal with this prince?"
Qi Yu curved her lips in a light laugh, one hand continuing to roam downwards, stirring further chaos on his body.
Furthermore, she deliberately leaned into his ear, her breath hot, her tone laden with innuendo, "Prince, you are so hard."
Although he knew she didn't mean it in that sense, Li Mingjue couldn't help but think crooked thoughts.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his breath gradually becoming heavier, almost unable to restrain himself, and was about to flip over the person on top of him who was deliberately teasing him.
Just then, Qi Yu suddenly withdrew her hand, lay back in her place holding the quilt, yawned, and said in a whiny voice, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
Li Mingjue: "..."
