Feng Qing resignedly climbed onto the carriage. As soon as she got on, Rong Ling pulled her to sit beside him, extending his long arm to touch her leg.
Feng Qing's face immediately turned unsightly. What does this scoundrel mean? Does he still intend to break her leg?
Feng Qing abruptly wrapped her arm around Rong Ling's, calling out, "Prince, I've agreed to go back to the capital with you. You can't break my leg."
Rong Ling lowered his head, looking at the woman who wrapped herself around his arm, and for a moment, he felt as if she was acting coy with him.
Rong Ling's mood unexpectedly improved, and he looked coldly at Feng Qing, saying, "This time, I will spare your leg. But if you dare to run away again, haha."
Feng Qing let out a sigh of relief. Damn, so exhausting.
"Thank you, Prince. I promise I won't run away again."
