Feng Yexuan instinctively wanted to throw her away.
But the feeling of her petite body shrinking into his embrace was so familiar!
It was as if the dead woman had returned!
In a daze, this dead girl had already unfastened his outer robe and burrowed into his arms, finding the most comfortable position, and closed her eyes again.
"So sleepy..." Truly sleepy.
These past few days, it felt like she hadn't had a good night's sleep.
Every day, there were so many things to be busy with, and every day, it seemed endless...
She quickly fell asleep.
Despite the bumpy journey, holding his waist and nestled in his embrace, she could sleep so soundly.
Feng Yexuan's expression was as cold as ice.
Reason told him that he must push this dead girl away; she was not Li'er!
But emotionally, this familiarity kept tearing at his nerves.
Was there even a slim chance, a possibility, that she was indeed Li'er?
But if she were Li'er, why didn't she tell him? Did she herself forget her past?
Should he, perhaps, hold her tightly and feel her out...
But as soon as his hand reached out, as soon as he embraced her, he immediately withdrew it as if scalded.
If she wasn't Li'er, embracing her would be a betrayal of Li'er!
His heart was filled with unspeakable conflict.
Xiao Yao's arms around his waist gradually slipped away.
Once asleep, even her guard was gone. Her grip loosened, her body swayed, and she almost rolled off.
In the end, it was Feng Yexuan who held her tightly, saving this foolish woman from a potentially fatal fall.
Jifeng was so fast, and she dared to sleep on Jifeng's back. What a bold spirit!
Didn't she know that his Jifeng was famously swift?
However, seeing this dead girl sleeping in his embrace, her peaceful and secure demeanor inexplicably improved his mood.
After all, she was very much like Li'er.
Perhaps she had lost her memory, perhaps she had been harmed by someone, perhaps she was truly Li'er...
But what if she wasn't?
It was in this conflicted state of mind that Feng Yexuan left the city overnight, rushing to the place where Feng Wuya had met with disaster.
The horses stopped abruptly. On the cliff, there was no sign of anyone left.
The traces of the fall were still there.
Feng Yexuan leaped from the horse's back.
Xiao Yao, still sound asleep, instantly lost her support. Her petite body swayed, and she almost tumbled off the horse.
Feng Yexuan frowned, about to raise his hand to send out a palm strike to catch her.
Unexpectedly, Jifeng seemed to sense the danger of the person on its back. It subtly swayed its body, flinging Xiao Yao's precarious form back to the center of its own back.
A flicker of surprise crossed Feng Yexuan's eyes.
Jifeng liked this dead girl!
How could this be?
Jifeng's temperament was not much better than its master's.
Where did this gentleness come from today?
Xiao Yao rubbed her eyes. This time, she was finally truly awake.
She stretched lazily on the horse's back, yawned, and then opened her eyes.
Everything was calm, just a bit cold. It seemed they had reached their destination.
By the edge of the cliff, the wind was strong. A gust of wind blew, and she instinctively shivered.
Feng Yexuan had picked her up from bed. Although she was dressed reasonably neatly, she wasn't wearing an outer garment. It was so cold!
A long robe was cast over her.
Xiao Yao struggled to emerge from the robe and instinctively wrapped it tightly around herself.
It still carried the man's warm body temperature...
Then she looked at the dog prince, who was standing by the cliff.
The wind lifted his long hair. His back, though as usual, was cold and unapproachable.
But looking at him now, he seemed so pleasing to the eye, so breathtakingly handsome.
This man, who knew what he ate to grow up like this? Every time she saw him, he reached a new height of handsomeness.
It seemed no matter how she looked, he was beautiful...
"Had enough looking?" Feng Yexuan's voice came, icy cold. "If you've had enough, get over here for this prince!"