His Highness the Crown Prince Always Wants to Marry Me

Chapter 292: Is It Sweet?

Feng Chen’s arm around Yu Qing Qian tightened. Hearing her say this, he felt a filling sense of pleasure.

“I like Qian Qian more and more too!” Feng Chen lowered his head and placed it against Yu Qing Qian’s forehead with a dense smile.

Yu Qing Qian’s bright face had a smile like a flower. She ran her fingertips across Feng Chen’s increasingly angular and picturesque handsome face. She kept sighing inwardly with emotion that her Sick Beauty looked even better.

The facial features of the nearly twenty-year-old handsome man had already been finalised, and his temperament was calmer and more restrained. This would also be the final appearance that would not change in the future for Feng Chen, because he had advanced to the level of Spirit Emperor.

“You’ll always have this appearance that attracts others now.” Yu Qing Qian pinched Feng Chen’s face and said with a smile: “I want to advance to Spirit Emperor at an even younger age than you.”

Yu Qing Qian liked beautiful things, and naturally cared about her own appearance too. This was a woman’s nature to love beauty.

“Sure!” Pleasant laugher overflowed from Feng Chen’s lips, “I believe you will definitely be able to advance to Spirit Emperor earlier than me and stay young forever.”

“Sick Beauty, I haven’t seen you in two years and your mouth’s become sweet!” Yu Qing Qian raised an eyebrow, her smiling face immediately turning fierce. She grabbed Feng Chen’s chin and asked: “Are you regularly saying sweet words to other women in the Holy Academy?”

Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of helplessness, “All nonsense.”

Yu Qing Qian was also just joking. If Feng Chen really could say sweet words to other women, he wouldn’t be her Sick Beauty.

Then her thoughts changed, and the fierceness on Yu Qing Qian’s face disappeared as her smile bloomed again. She rubbed Feng Chen’s chin and said softly: “My mouth’s become sweet!”

Such an attractive Sick Beauty, she must stamp her own mark on it.

Feng Chen looked at Yu Qing Qian in confusion, not understanding what she meant just now.

Yu Qing Qian chuckled, closed in on Feng Chen, and while a certain someone was caught off guard, her tender lips touched his warm thin lips, rubbing them together, and even extended her little tongue to lick.

Feeling Feng Chen’s body stiffen, Yu Qing Qian raised her eyes and asked with a smile: “Is it sweet?”

Feng Chen’s eyes were deep and dark, and it was as if the beating of his heart had slowed down half a beat, then the rhythmless beating sped up. He just wanted to have more, and his voice was hoarse and deep, “Sweet!”

Then he hugged Yu Qing Qian tightly, lowered his head, and kissed her soft, warm, and tender lips, repeatedly, over and over, lingering and loving.

Yu Qing Qian closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Feng Chen’s neck, and returned his kisses endlessly. A tingling and sweet feeling in her heart spread throughout her body, and she was extremely happy, an experience she had never experienced before.

The two of them had never kissed anyone before, and they were relatively unfamiliar at first. Gradually, Feng Chen took control of the initiative, as if he had tasted the most exquisite delicacy in the world, indulging in pleasures, forgetting to stop, and he couldn’t bear to leave it.

Breaths intertwined, the kiss grew deeper and deeper, then finally only stopped when the two were breathless.

Yu Qing Qian’s fair face was stained with a thin layer of red. After she steadied her breathing, she lightly tapped Feng Chen’s thin lips with her fingertips, declaring her sovereignty in an extremely domineering manner: “My mark has been placed here, from now on, you can only be mine alone.”

“Alright! Yours alone.” Feng Chen’s handsome smile was filled with radiant emotions, like a clear sky as far as the eye could see.

This was the first time since he was born that he had experienced this kind of ultimate pleasure, and that tingling feeling was still lingering in his heart even right now.

Feng Chen lowered his eyes and warmly looked at the woman smiling coquettishly in his arms. He thought to himself that he’d never be able to let go ever again in his life.