What Bad Intentions can the Yandere Crown Prince have?-Chapter 272 - 268: Too Quick-Handed

Tang Xiaobai stood on a stone that wasn’t very high, and once she got up, she was still half a head shorter than Li Mu.

At this moment, he slightly lowered his head, looking down at her from above, with some emotions seemingly rampaging in his eyes—impulse and restraint alternated swiftly, making Tang Xiaobai’s heart pound.

Suddenly, his scorching gaze swept over her lips.

"Boom!"

Tang Xiaobai’s mind erupted instantly, reflexively covering his mouth.

Sudden silence.

Their eyes met, with confusion and bewilderment in his gaze.

Tang Xiaobai was a bit stunned.

How...

Her face flushed hotly.

This, this, this, could it be... he didn’t mean that?

When he was staring at her earlier, wasn’t he...

Thinking of kissing her?

Then what on earth was she doing??

Tang Xiaobai stared directly at her own hand.

Her hand still covered the little master’s mouth, his breath brushing against her fingertips, feeling somewhat warm.

If she moved down a bit, she could touch his chin.

His jawline was extremely attractive, with angles yet not appearing hard, perfectly smooth.

She always wanted to touch it...

Enough!

Tang Xiaobai bit her tongue.

The overall feeling now was regret.

Extreme regret.

Her hand was too quick.

She thought he wanted to...

Just...

Just plunged into the depths of social embarrassment.

But she felt it could still be salvaged, since the little master hadn’t realized anything.

And in such darkness, he couldn’t see how red her face truly was.

Tang Xiaobai coughed lightly, planning to calmly withdraw her hand.

Just as she moved, he suddenly pressed it.

Using his hand, he held hers in place.

With a slight exertion, he pressed her palm against his lips.

A soft sensation transmitted from her palm, making Tang Xiaobai’s face, which had just cooled down, burn again, her heart pounding like a war drum.

What does it mean?

He, he, he couldn’t have discovered, could he?

If he were to laugh at her, if he were to expose her, then she’d—

Just run!

Run back to the camp and bury herself in her tent, let him laugh however he wants!

As Tang Xiaobai thought about this, she nervously glanced toward the direction of her mount.

But at that moment, he lowered his long lashes and gently imprinted a kiss on her palm.

Very light.

Like willow silk brushing over the water’s surface.

Like butterfly wings sweeping through the flower’s heart.

Gentle, sincere.

After kissing, his eyelashes lightly quivered and rose, his eyes moist, filled with a kind of naive longing.

He wants to.

He just hasn’t realized what he wants.

Tang Xiaobai swallowed, speaking with difficulty: "Shall we... go back?"

...

It was still the two of them on two horses, galloping through the night.

After running for a quarter of an hour, Tang Xiaobai finally felt the warmth on her face being blown away by the cold wind.

Just quietly letting out a breath, the little master who had been riding evenly beside her suddenly fell behind.

Tang Xiaobai glanced back to find he wasn’t falling behind, but rather stopped.

Quickly she pulled her reins, turned back, and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Li Mu didn’t speak, just stared intently at her.

Tang Xiaobai urged her horse closer and asked again.

He then spoke: "Earlier..."

Only said two words and Tang Xiaobai’s face heated up again.

The girl’s embarrassed eyes were like an unspeakable medicine, igniting Li Mu’s heart with sudden restlessness, which even made his mount anxious, kicking the ground.

Earlier, he felt the same, a relentless restlessness inside.

Wanting to do something, yet not knowing what to do.

But now he suddenly understood.

Understood why she covered his mouth earlier.

"Just now... did you know that I—"

Before finishing what he was saying, the girl turned her horse and sped away...

...

Tang Xiaobai, true to her word, returned to the camp and buried herself in her tent, not coming out despite the footsteps she heard outside.

The shadow of a tall, handsome young man was cast against the tent fabric, pacing back and forth slightly hunched, seemingly impatient but also filled with unspoken worries.

Tang Xiaobai held her blanket sitting on her bed, half her face hidden in her arms, watching him intently as he sometimes paced, and sometimes paused, trying to guess how long he would stay outside.

How long before he would leave? Or how long before he would call her out?

Would she go out if he called her?

Just as this thought crossed her mind, Tang Xiaobai shook her head vigorously, then buried her whole face in her arms, letting out a low wail.

This time, she truly faced social death...

She thought the little master wanted to kiss her, and he found out what she thought.

Will they ever enjoy playing together happily again?

Would he think she wanted it herself?

Could she ever hold any dignity before the little master again? Sob sob sob...

"What are you doing here?" Qin Rong’s voice sounded outside.

Tang Xiaobai lifted her head to see an extra figure beside the little master, indeed, Qin Rong.

"What are you doing here?" The little master retorted instead of answering.

Tang Xiaobai couldn’t help shaking her head.

The little master was still cold and impatient towards his own sister.

"I’m here to find Xiao Bai, not you." Naturally, Qin Rong’s attitude toward this brother wasn’t particularly gentle either.

Even less so than towards her.

Tang Xiaobai covered her face feeling a bit smug.

Both siblings treat their family members harsher than they treat her, is she really so likable?

"What’s your business with her?" Li Mu asked coldly.

"While clearing the battlefield, someone found a little girl from the Turkic Camp. The camp is full of men, so I brought her here," Qin Rong said, pulling someone from behind her.

Tang Xiaobai only saw a shadow, thin and small, without a sound.

Yet, she felt a bit sensitive, for the little master seemed to stare at the little girl for a long moment before speaking in a tone vaguely unusual: "What’s her background?"

"Don’t know; found her unconscious, even when awake, she doesn’t speak. Seems like she’s Han Chinese, kidnapped as a maid," Qin Rong explained.

"Unknown background, keep her with you," Li Mu suggested.

"I don’t have time to look after her," Qin Rong objected.

"The Second Miss is also unavailable."

Qin Rong snorted and said, "Do I not have the ability to ask her myself?" Then she affectionately called out.

Tang Xiaobai didn’t answer.

She hadn’t decided if she should step out with her left or right foot first.

When Qin Rong called her a second time, Li Mu spoke, "She’s resting, we’ll discuss it tomorrow."

Qin Rong mumbled a bit but led the little girl away.

Li Mu stood a while longer, and through the tent fabric, said, "Tomorrow we’ll rest for half a day; take a good rest and no need to wake up early." After saying that, he finally left.

Tang Xiaobai let out a long sigh, collapsing onto her bed.

Tomorrow, what should she say when she sees the little master?

Maybe just pretend nothing happened? Talk about serious matters, like the Han Chinese girl discovered in the Turkic Camp...

...

The next day, before she saw Li Mu, Tang Xiaobai first ran into the little girl Qin Rong had brought last night.

Seeing the little girl, she also, like the little master last night, couldn’t help but stare at her a few more times.

(Ah, they didn’t kiss, the young ones are still too young~ But recently there’s been continuous sweetness~)