Special Forces Princess: This Concubine is Peerless Under Heaven
Chapter 8: The Profligate Genius is Not Her Type!
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A dissolute evildoer is not her cup of tea!
His eyes were a pale silver with a hint of crystalline blue.
It was as if they were the color of only the highest-grade water-element magic crystals.
A rare eye color!
His slender nose was as straight as if carved by a blade.
His lips were like pink roses just blooming in the early morning, the corners curled into a bewitching, faint smile.
Even with Feng Yu’s composure, she still lost her focus for a fleeting moment.
A youth as exquisite as a deity in an oil painting, yet carrying the wicked, devilish smile of a demon?!
Feng Yu’s hand, which had been gripping the hilt of her dagger, slowly loosened.
Although the person before her was a complete stranger, she had already deduced who he was from that rare eye color.
And from his temperament.
“Your Highness Long Qi, isn’t it a bit impolite for you to just climb into my bed like this?!”
Mimicking the way the exquisite youth opposite her narrowed his eyes, Feng Yu’s gaze could definitely not be called gentle.
That’s right, the youth currently lying beside her, propping his head up with his hand, was none other than the Third Prince of the Wind Kingdom—His Highness Long Qi.
Meeting Feng Yu’s gaze, a flash of fleeting surprise crossed Long Qi’s silver-blue eyes.
Then, a look of amusement appeared.
The corners of his lips, already curved, hooked upward even further.
“Little Feather, we are betrothed, after all. Aren’t we going to end up in the same bed sooner or later? What difference does it make if it’s a little earlier or a little later?!”
As he said this, his gaze ambiguously swept over her chest, which had a distinct curve beneath the thin quilt.
“If I remember correctly, you’ve already passed your fourteenth birthday. According to imperial law, you are already at the age where you can be married!”
His tone was flippant and teasing.
Without looking, Feng Yu knew exactly where his gaze had swept.
This current body looked very similar to her past life, yet it was also decisively different.
For instance, this massive "weapon"!