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  Wei Luo fell onto him, and even though she was a bit heavy, her legs, hands, and body were now entwined with Jing Ling's. Through their clothes, she could feel the warmth emanating from his body. And in between her breaths, she was filled with the scent of his masculine pheromones, which carried a faint hint of bergamot.

  She lowered her head, feeling a rustling movement, then a hot current swept over the top of her head, turned to the back of her neck, and when she involuntarily shrunk her neck, standing up her hair to arm herself, Gongzi Jingling's low laughter came from beside her temple, "Why so tense?"

  His voice was filled with a rich smile, and there was also a hint of gentle warmth.

  Feeling the warmth in those words, Wei Luo lowered her head, pursed her lips and a hint of joy appeared on her small face.

  She had a crush on Jinling, and it was the kind of intense infatuation she had never experienced before. Almost every time she saw him, her heart would beat faster uncontrollably, and at the thought of getting close to him, she would feel tense, shy, and panicked with a hint of expectation that seeped out from the depths of her soul. Her usual rationality and intelligence would disappear into thin air and lie dormant unless stimulated by something sudden and unexpected.

  This emotion was beyond her control.

  However, her agitation was only one of the reasons. There was another reason. The reason was that she knew that her true identity would be exposed sooner or later. Perhaps tonight, perhaps tomorrow, her true face, her identity as Yue Qi Gongzhu who had been killed by him, would be clearly presented in front of him, leaving it up to him to decide whether she lived or died! Since she couldn't escape anyway, all she could do was try to gain his good impression before that day arrived. Best if she could make him soften his heart and truly fall for her, making him pity and love her. Only then would she have a chance to save her life.

  So, she now feels the tenderness revealed in Jinling's tone, which makes her very happy. It can be said that she is charming this man in her own way, like a cat, attracting the master while making him look at her with new eyes.

  However, waiting to die is not Weiluo's style. She is now thinking hard about how to get away from him in a fair and square manner until she reaches a safe place.

  "What's the hurry?" The five words slipped into Weiruo's ear, making her ears itch extremely. She lowered her head and tried to ignore the itch. As for this question, she didn't respond, clearly indicating that he was asking with ulterior motives.

  At this moment, a nobleman sitting in the second row on the left stood up. He swayed his wine ladle and shook his powdered cheeks, laughing loudly at Jingling Gongzi: "With such a beauty by your side, why don't you take her in your arms? Making her lower her eyes like that is indeed a elegant move. Hahaha."

  As soon as he spoke, a burst of laughter and applause erupted. Another young noble pushed away the woman on his lap, causing the beautiful 15- or 16-year-old girl to fall heavily to the ground, crying out in pain with tears welling up in her eyes. The young noble stood up, clasped his hands together in respect, and said to Zhenbei Gongzi: "Sir, please help me spread my fame throughout the world. Such a heroic deed as this cannot be lost among the common people, haha!"

  "Yes, yes."

  "Hug me, hug me."

  "This young man has just learned from others, with eyes as black as ink and unmatched, he is worthy of being a young master of our family."

  "Alright."

  The shouting and cheering, the laughter and applause, suddenly filled the great hall. Although Gongzi Jingling was always smiling and joyful, he had always been dignified and self-controlled, and was actually the only one among the nobles of Manzhutan who had never publicly flirted with a beauty. Now that he had taken the initiative to call over a young child by his side, how could the crowd possibly let him off? Suddenly, the commotion almost shook the roof of the hall!

  Wei Luo's head was lowered, her small face was both flushed and pale. The red and white colors appeared on the same face at the same time, which could be said to be a rare sight.

  Her little mouth trembled, with utmost anxiety and utmost shyness in her heart.

  Just as she was about to shed tears, a wave of heat came from behind. The warm and masculine breath-like heat hit her heart like a drumbeat, making it beat so fast and so strong that it almost jumped out of her chest.

  Jingling Gongzi slowly lowered his head, inching closer to her ear, his thin lips lightly touching the small, delicate jade ear. Just as his lips made contact, Wei Luo suddenly shrunk back like a rabbit, burying her face downwards, almost hiding her entire face between her knees.

  At that time, whether male or female, everyone was open-minded about emotional matters. Every move of Weiduo was unique and unprecedented in the eyes of Jingling Gongzi. He narrowed his eyes, staring at her ear tips that seemed to be bleeding, feeling her slight tremble, and couldn't help but curve up the corners of his lips.

  He stretched out his right hand and wrapped the iron arm around Wei Luo's small waist. After pulling her in a bit closer, he put down the wine jug with his left hand and reached out to hook under her chin, making her raise her head that had been bowed between her knees.

  Then, he leaned in close to Wei Luo's ear. When he saw that she was trembling nonstop and her long eyelashes were fluttering rapidly with sparkling lights at the tips, he first froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.

  This time, he burst out laughing, that low, rustling sound came over, causing Wei Luo to tightly close her eyes, trembling with her small mouth, and even holding her breath unconsciously.

  Jingling Gongzi leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Are you going up on your own or should I hold you in my arms?"

  Every time he said a word, Wei Luo would flinch and her ears would turn redder. Her appearance made Jing Ling worry that she would faint again like last time.

  At this moment, Wei Luo's heart was racing so fast that she couldn't breathe properly, and her chest hurt from holding her breath for too long. The intense masculine aura of Jin Ling, the husky voice that sent shivers down her spine, and the flirtatious laughter filling the hall all combined to make only one thought flash through her mind: I can pretend to faint! I'll just pretend to faint again!

  Got it, I'll pretend to be dizzy right away.

  But she had just thought of pretending to faint, when she felt a tingling sensation in her ears again. Then, Jingling's lips approached once more, and his low, magnetic, slightly urgent breathing also began to envelop her. Next, she heard Jingling chuckle and say: "If you dare to faint, I'll rip open your clothes right here! People say that those who faint should be cooled down!"

  As soon as these words came out, Wei Luo was desperate: this demon, how did he know that she wanted to pretend to be unconscious? How could he be so step by step, making her feel so uncomfortable?

  At this moment, Wei Luo really wanted to cry. The men in the entire hall were all embracing the people in their arms and being affectionate, and she was actually sitting on his lap, how could it not be like that?

  No, no! I must think of a way, I definitely have to think of a way, right now, I need to think of one immediately!

  At the time when Wei Luo was busy shouting, Prince Jingling's arm tightened and he actually hugged her onto his lap.