Wan Zhen’er didn’t turn back; she just looked in the mirror, motionless. A blush spread across her face down to her neck, with a shy expression like a young girl experiencing first love. Her heart inexplicably began to flutter.
The person embracing her was none other than the Prince.
The Prince she had raised.
The Prince in the mirror had a flushed face, heavy breathing, and was slightly trembling. His Adam’s apple moved up and down as he stared at Wan Zhen’er with a dazed look, an intense emotion burning in his chest like a flame.
At that moment, the Prince felt intoxicated.
Infatuated.
Confused.
His soul had been stolen by his Aunt Wan. He realized his Aunt Wan was such a beautiful woman.
Wan Zhen’er said nothing.
The Prince said nothing either.
They just exchanged ambiguous gazes in the mirror.
The Prince had grown up unknowingly, become a handsome young man. There was no gap between Wan Zhen’er’s body and the Prince’s, and she felt that his body had changed.
Wan Zhen’er’s mind was gradually invaded.
Wan Zhen’er’s body was gradually burning.
Wan Zhen’er and the Prince’s breathing was equally rapid, their heartbeats clearly audible. Wan Zhen’er had never known that the Prince’s embrace was so hot and solid, that his skin exuded a uniquely masculine scent. Inexplicably, Wan Zhen’er felt her heart stirring.
The Wan Zhen’er in the mirror still had a peach-colored blush on her face that refused to fade. Her eyes were filled with shy and passionate emotions. In the mirror, she was fixated on the Prince’s gaze, her expression clearly teasing, stimulating, and flirting.
“Prince, do you remember the promise you made to me when you were young?”
“I remember.”
“Then tell me, what promise did you make to me?”
“I said I would marry you as my wife when I grew up.”
“And now?”
“Now I still want to marry you as my wife.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Prince, you must keep your word.”
“Auntie, I swear I will keep my word.”
Wan Zhen’er suddenly turned around and hugged the Prince, then she kissed him, softly and frantically.
