Chapter 201: Chapter 198

Standing in her position, Helian Wei Wei could only see half of the side of his neck and the contours of his jawline, what’s approaching closer was the pale colored cold thin lips, which seemed to be restraining his pheromones to a certain extent.

This kind of man wouldn’t merely be irresistible among women, among men, she reckoned that he’d also be well-received.

It’s just that it seemed a little inexcusable for her, a twenty first century special agent, to be pressed against a wall like this.

“Your Highness, my temper is not that great.” Wei Wei, in a position next to him, reached out and gripped his collar, her ruthless movement didn’t retreat in the slightest, thin lips faintly smiling. “That’s why, it’s better that some jokes don’t get started.”

Baili Jia Jue took a quick glance at her movements, and smiled as he pondered, that teasing appearance seemed to be saying ‘what are you thinking, did you think I’d touch you?’

Wei Wei shrugged her shoulders, there were some words which were of course better to say earlier as insurance, who knows what Third Prince was thinking.

Baili Jia Jue slowly stood straight up in an indescribably reserved and aloof manner as he pushed her away, calmly extended his hand to straighten his collar. His movements were impeccable as he commanded. “You can go dress.”

Wei Wei didn’t, because of this statement, relax at all. Seeing that there was only an ancient picture screen serving as a barrier in her chamber, her long, shapely eyebrows raised. “Your Highness won’t step out?”

“I’ll stay here. You do your own thing.” Baili JIa Jue carefreely reclined on the wood couch, his motions languid and expression tranquil, as if the owner of this room was actually him.

Wei Wei: …

How could she change if he’s here?

What’s more, she didn’t even lie down on that couch before!

Wasn’t a certain Highness a bit too overbearing?

Wei Wei looked up and glimpsed the dim light of night outside. She’d only waste time if she continued to dawdle. In any case, it’s merely putting on clothes, and there’s a screen anyway, there’s nothing alarming about it.

Besides, when they truly carry out that contract, even if they don’t have physical relations, they still need to sleep in the same room. The two of them spending time alone ahead of time, could be helpful when they live together in the future.

Wei Wei’s personality was inherently decisive. She glanced at Baili JIa Jue one last time, before she took her clothes and walked to the other side of the screen.

She first draped her clothes over the wood frame of the screen to one side. After that, she slowly started to untie the towel wrapped around her.

What Wei Wei didn’t know was that this kind of antique picture screen actually didn’t serve its function that well, so much so that it made her movements become even more distinct.

Her exquisite and delicate curves were imaged on the picture screen, while Wei Wei was moving sideways to get her jacket, she felt as if a gaze was sliding over her body inch by inch, making her indescribably feverish.

Wei Wei furrowed her brows, a misperception? Why would she have this kind of misperception?

She shook her head as she didn’t believe that Third Prince would be interested in her, because when she came out, that face was still as it’s been in the past, cold and detached. If it wasn’t for that silver mask providing a softer effect, he would seem even more difficult to approach, what’s more, he closed his eyes again.

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Wei Wei took the towel to dry her hair, indolently sat on the wood chair across from the couch and was just about to open her mouth.

When she heard Baili Jia Jue’s voice faintly say. “Come here.”

Wei Wei didn’t refuse him, because there’s no sense in refusing him, they’ll need to work together for a long time still, merely, what she didn’t anticipate was that as she was about to approach, Baili Jia Jue suddenly pulled her whole body over, the slightly cool fingers pressed on her knee, his voice cold. “What happened?”

Wei Wei blanked out, she didn’t expect that Third Prince would even care about her would. Even though his caring posture was somewhat weird. “When I supplicated for the incense wood, I kneeled too many times, it’s from rubbing.” Wei Wei also didn’t want to be so soft skinned, but this body really hadn’t been subjected to such hardships before, when she kneeled on the eightieth step, she became aware that her knee was in pain, but time was pressing, so she didn’t care about it. Right now, it would seem that the wound was actually a little bit malevolent and unsightly. No wonder even Third Prince frowned in dislike.

Baili Jia Jue also didn’t say anything as he pushed her away, stood up, opened the door and when he came in again holding a small box in his hand of things Wei Wei had never seen before.

However, from that smell, they must be good stuffs, pure and cool and also containing extremely aromatic plants and herbs.

Wei Wei’s nose moved and hadn’t opened her mouth to ask when an extremely comfortable feeling came from her knee.

Wei Wei’s fingers stiffened as she turned to look towards her feet, that pair of eyes was as indifferent as before, without the slightest degree of warmth. Those slender fingertips streaked across her leg, so cold.

Due to the fact the injury was on her knee, when the wound was treated, it’s necessary for him to sit even lower than her.

Wei Wei watched the other person’s posture, even though he looked up to peek, he still managed to exude the imposing manner of a sovereign king. She couldn’t help but kick her lower leg.

A total, complete patellar reflex almost kicked at his silver mask, but the man caught her ankle held it in place.

Her ankle was very slender, the smooth, porcelain white seemed like it would break with a snap.

Basically, it was just too delicate, Baili Jia Jue’s hold was absolutely enough to block and with some to spare.

The man’s eyebrows raised, the tone of his voice cold. “You did that on purpose?”

Wei Wei gazed at the sky. “No.”

“You apparently regret not having kicked my face.” When Baili Jia Jue’s cold voice faded, it’s very easy for a person to think of a general making plans from a strategic position.

Wei Wei cleverly changed the subject. “What did you apply on me?”

“Heaven Peaks snow lotus root.” With Third Prince’s personality, it’s hopeless to expect that when he replied to a question, he’d waste a single word.

“Heaven Peaks snow lotus herb? Shouldn’t be innately more useful when consumed orally?”

“It’s merely an herb, whatever use was fine.” Baili Jia Jue gave her the herbs and indicated for her to crush it before applying on the other knee. Each and every move modeled an immortal’s distinctness.

Wei Wei was a bit disturbed, reportedly, consuming one stalk of Heaven Peaks lotus herb could stimulate three years worth of martial qi. For the sake of obtaining it, no small number of martial artists kept watch year round at the base of White Mountains, just to wait for it to bloom once every ten years. Furthermore, this thing usually grew on sheer cliffs and precipitous rock faces, and wasn’t that easy to pick at all. That’s why in the capitol, those herbal shops always sold Heaven Peaks snow lotus herbs at the highest price among high priced herbs. Not many people could bear to buy it. Even the Defense Division needed to consider their finances if they wanted this toy, yet Third Prince crazily used it as a very, extremely common ointment…

A magnate’s world indeed wasn’t something us humans could comprehend!

Wei Wei finally realized that she truly was the bride of ‘Mr. Perfect’, and had arrived at the pinnacle in life!