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Even though Chu Xingyao didn't turn around, she could feel Jun Jiuxiao watching her, and her heartbeat became increasingly rapid under Jun Jiuxiao's gaze.

She could feel the intense emotions emanating from him, a complex mix of affection, violence, and domineering that both frightened and overwhelmed her.

She took a deep breath and then slowly asked, "The sachet that Your Highness is carrying, was it a gift from your beloved woman?"

The night was as still as water, and all was quiet except for her soft voice floating in the air.

He simply responded with a faint "Yes."

"Ah."

This simple word struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

Chu Xingyao's body trembled slightly, and her voice also trembled almost imperceptibly:

"Then...why did Your Highness break into my boudoir in the dead of night?"

Her tone was full of confusion and grievance, as endearing as a lost fawn.

At this moment, Chu Xingyao's long, flowing hair, which cascaded down like a waterfall, was completely dry, with strands falling onto her fair shoulders, making her look even more delicate and charming.

However, Jun Jiuxiao had no time to consider any of that; only one thought occupied his mind—

Why is this woman, who kissed him just a few days ago, now so cold to him?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a tightness in his chest.

He stretched out his long, slender fingers and gently turned the chair in front of him around, forcing her to face him directly.

"What do you mean by that?" His voice was deep and magnetic, yet it also contained a hint of danger that was hard to conceal.

At the same time, he slowly raised his other hand and gently but irresistibly pinched her small chin, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.

His gaze was intense and sharp, his face almost touching Chu Xingyao's, so close that she could clearly see the frost on his eyelashes.

After a long while, a deep and steady voice came.

"Yao'er, since you have said that you love me, then you belong to me. In this life and the next, you will never escape."

His voice contained a hint of violence, a hint of possessiveness, and a hint of deep affection.

Jun Jiuxiao pondered for a long time. Since his concessions and compromises in his previous life had failed to win her heart, he would respond with domineering force in this life.

He will no longer hide his emotions, no longer suppress his desires.

He wanted her to deeply feel her place in his heart, to feel his love and possessiveness.

He wanted to leave her nowhere to escape, to make her heart beat only for him.

His violent and domineering aura reminded Chu Xingyao of her past life where she was forced into something, and her hand unconsciously reached towards Jun Jiuxiao's chest, wanting to push him away.

Her hand touched his firm chest, feeling the warmth emanating from him—a powerful life force—that made her pause slightly.

Jun Jiuxiao's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's. He noticed the "cat paw sachet" that Chu Xingyao was clutching tightly in her hand, reached out and gently took it, examining it carefully.

His voice was steady and serious as he asked, "Did Yao'er embroider this for me?"

Chu Xingyao was startled and hurriedly reached out to snatch it, but failed.

Her face flushed red with anger, as beautiful and captivating as the sunset.

Jun Jiuxiao couldn't take his eyes off her face; every expression she made deeply touched his heart.

However, Chu Xingyao tried her best to maintain her composure. She straightened her back, raised her chin, and said in a seemingly firm tone:

"Since Your Highness already has someone you love and has even given me a sachet to express your feelings, why bother to provoke me again?"

"If the woman you admire knew about this, she would probably only resent you, and might even refuse to be with you because of it."

"However, I don't mind at all. After all, I am the most beautiful woman in the dignified Dongjing Kingdom! There are countless suitors who want to marry me, so why would I worry about not being able to get married?"

Her words sounded provocative, revealing her immense pride as the most beautiful woman in Dongjing Kingdom, yet she couldn't hide a hint of jealousy.

Just then, Jun Jiuxiao laughed; his laughter was deep and magnetic.

Immediately afterwards, Jun Jiuxiao slowly approached Chu Xingyao, step by step, each step carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

Until the distance between the two became unusually close, so close that they could almost clearly feel each other's breathing and the rhythm of each other's heartbeats.

At this moment, the unique masculine aura emanating from Jun Jiuxiao was both warm like the spring sun and domineering and powerful like a raging storm.

It enveloped Chu Xingyao tightly, leaving her with no way to escape.

"Is my Yao'er jealous?"

Jun Jiuxiao's voice rang out again, this time containing not only a hint of mockery but also a deep sense of inquiry.

"I have never thought that way, nor do I feel the slightest bit of jealousy!"

Her words were firm and resolute, as if she wanted to prove her inner honesty.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Chu Xingyao's delicate body moved, and her jade hand reached for the sachet again with lightning speed.

However, how could Jun Jiuxiao let her succeed so easily? He moved with light and agile steps, his figure flashing past like a ghost.

She easily dodged Chu Xingyao's attacking hand, and then tightly gripped the sachet in her hand.

The night was as dark as ink, but Jun Jiuxiao's deep eyes shone like twinkling stars in the night sky, revealing a hint of cunning and playfulness.

Clearly, he had already seen through Chu Xingyao's anger at this moment.

Chu Xingyao's misunderstandings, jealousy, and deep-seated unease pierced his heart like sharp needles.

However, the stinging sensation did not cause him unbearable pain; instead, it stirred up a strange sense of pleasure within him.

Only when you care about someone will you experience such strong emotional fluctuations because of their actions.

In fact, Jun Jiuxiao knew very well that she had mistaken the sachet at his waist as a gift from another woman and mistakenly believed that his heart already belonged to another.

She came to the Prince of Zhan's mansion to seek the truth, but she hesitated to move forward because of fear.

He could have easily explained all of this to her.

But for some reason, he found himself drawn to her adorable jealousy.

Watching her pout slightly because of me, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes revealing a hint of anger and resentment.

For him, it was a sweet torment that he could not resist in either his past or present life.

He slowly leaned closer to Chu Xingyao and whispered, "Yao'er, are you really not jealous?"

As he spoke, a warm breath gently brushed past Chu Xingyao's ear, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

At this moment, his deep, pool-like eyes were fixed on her delicate and beautiful face, unwilling to miss even the slightest change in her expression.

Chu Xingyao's heart pounded, and her cheeks flushed involuntarily. She knew that in front of the intelligent and wise Jun Jiuxiao, all her explanations would seem so pale and powerless.

So Chu Xingyao quickly tried to change the subject to escape this extremely awkward situation.

But how could Jun Jiuxiao let her go so easily? He has always been domineering and forceful, and he is even more unambiguous when it comes to relationships.

At this moment, he gave Chu Xingyao no chance to escape, pressing her relentlessly:

"If you're truly not jealous, then why are you so concerned about this sachet I'm wearing?"

As he spoke, his gaze sharpened, and a faint, provocative smile played at the corners of his mouth.

He enjoyed watching her lose control because of him; it was his unique pleasure.

His fingers gently caressed the sachet, a delicate little pouch embroidered with bright red hearts and pink cat paws, emitting a subtle fragrance.

It was made by Chu Xingyao, who was not good at needlework, and every stitch and thread was filled with her affection.

Chu Xingyao parted her lips slightly and said in a firm and powerful tone:

"I simply don't want to give my sachet to someone who doesn't know how to cherish it!"

At this moment, her gaze was as calm and profound as a bottomless lake.

However, only she knew that her heart was beating wildly like a runaway horse, as if it would burst out of her chest at any moment.

Just then, Jun Jiuxiao, who had been silent all along, suddenly curled the corners of his lips into a smile that was hard to decipher.

Immediately afterwards, Jun Jiuxiao strode slowly toward Chu Xingyao.

As they drew closer, he could even clearly feel the intense heat emanating from her.

Like a blazing flame, it constantly stirred the deepest desires and impulses within him.

When he was just inches away from Chu Xingyao, Jun Jiuxiao stopped, leaned down slightly, and murmured softly in a magnetic and slightly seductive voice:

"Yao'er, oh Yao'er, do you know that every emotion you evoke in me makes me intoxicated?"

"Your jealousy, your anxiety, your stubbornness are all the most beautiful sights in my heart."