Dong Huiying wanted to laugh, yet felt a bit helpless. "What do I have to be scared of? I'm worried about you."
Even though it's rumored that the Seventh Princess stays out of politics and resides in Jiangnan, she's still a member of the Heavenly Family. Confronting someone like that, it's normal to be worried.
He suddenly leaned down slowly, her lips very close to his. He carried the scent of dragon saliva, but it smelled more like plums—a tart and sweet sensation.
"You should try trusting me more, your man can not only handle things in the hall and the kitchen, but also in bed, and solve those messy situations outside."
She raised her eyebrows, looking at him with a half-smile. "You want to be my protector?"
