Meng Qianqian froze. "Why would they bet on something like this? Who made the bet—"
Before she could finish, she suddenly felt a large hand clasp around her waist.
He lowered his head, and a gentle kiss landed softly at the corner of her lips.
Meng Qianqian's eyes widened instantly.
Her breath caught; the world around her turned silent, leaving only the pounding of her heartbeat echoing in her ears.
His palm was scorching hot, the heat seeping through her thin summer garment, pressing against her cold skin.
She dared not move, standing there frozen, her mind blank.
It wasn't until the sound of the Imperial Guards' patrol footsteps reached her from a distance that Meng Qianqian suddenly snapped back to her senses. She stumbled backward in a panic, her face flushed, and fled as though escaping.
Returning to the inner hall, her heart was still pounding wildly, and her cheeks and the corner of her lips burned uncomfortably.