“Miss Muxue, it is inappropriate for us to behave in this way,” he said, pulling his coarser lips away from her cherry lips.
What did he mean? She was startled by his claim. Was he looking down on her because she was a witch?
Her body struggled with the heat again, making her want to pull the blanket off her body in an attempt to cool down.
“Master Zhan, what do you mean?” the heated expression in her eyes compelled him to answer.
“In my lands, kissing like how we have would mean I would have to marry you,” he said.
“Is this the deal you were talking about?” she queried him with an uncaring look. It was surprising how she had moved so quickly from being enraged to being cold again.
“No, Miss Muxue. I wouldn’t dare. Although, for me to be under the covers with a wonderful woman is som
