Rong Ling gave Feng Qing a sidelong glance, irritably taking out a handkerchief to wipe his hands. Feng Qing watched his actions, infuriated.
Her son of a **** had come to touch her several times in the middle of the night, only to feel disdain afterward. Why didn't it cause his hand to rot?
Feng Qing, in a foul mood, spoke up: "Prince, please unlock my acupuncture points."
This time, Rong Ling did not make it difficult for her. He reached out and unlocked Feng Qing's acupuncture points, and after doing so, he turned and walked toward the couch on one side of the bedroom.
After he sat down, seeing Feng Qing motionless on the bed, Rong Ling spoke coldly, "Do I need to invite you down personally?"
Feng Qing promptly and neatly flipped off the bed and stood properly.
"Does the Prince have something to say?"
