Ling Rong was only stunned for a moment, then closed her eyes to accept his kiss.
Even though her posture was quite unbecoming, even though her stomach was being painfully pressed...
After a long kiss, Yun Shangshu finally let go of her, who was out of breath.
Looking at her slightly closed eyes, flushed cheeks, and rapid breathing, he wanted to kiss her again.
However, he didn't want to get too heated; the internal injury in his body left him with little strength, and he was a bit tired.
He lazily leaned back, closed his eyes, and said softly, "Tomorrow, return to the manor with me."
Still lost in the moment, Ling Rong suddenly came to her senses.
Return to the manor...
That place was always filled with danger, without freedom, making one anxious every moment?
Ling Rong held a towel, lowered her head, and continued to wipe his body, saying softly, "Prince, your injuries are not healed yet; it's not suitable to travel far."
This wasn't her excuse; it was her true feeling.
