Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

103 Foster Son, Don't Be So Crazy (40)

Xiang Feng froze. His eyes became dazed, but he suddenly thought of something and his eyes went back to being bloodthirsty.

He glared at Song Jia, murmuring sinisterly, "A beautiful girl like you? Who would believe your words?"

She was so beautiful, she must have to beat off the suitors around her with a stick. How could a man with normally functioning eyes resist her? She was clearly lying.

"Believe me, ah~ I don't have a husband because I didn't want to marry..."

Song Jia shook her head, her golden hair becoming slightly messy with her movement.

Why was he getting angry? Their relationship shouldn't be deep enough since she couldn't even remember him, so it wasn't jealousy. Was it because she dared to challenge his society's conventions? Nobles of this era were really narrow-minded.

"If you want me to marry someone, then I'll marry!" Song Jia blurted out.

Compared to losing her life and her salary, her three views in life were mud, not worth thinking about.

"Who said you needed to marry someone? If you dare to marry, I'll kill that man and feed his guts to the dogs!"

"..."

This man was ridiculous.

Song Jia shut her mouth and no longer attempted to communicate with him.

After breathing heavily for a while in anger, Xiang Feng began to believe that she was telling him the truth. His heart relaxed, and he removed the hand that was gripping her chin. He stared at the skin there, sighing with relief that there wasn't a bruise.

Thankfully, he hadn't hurt her. He no longer knew how to control himself around her.

Xiang Feng took a bowl of soup from the tray and caught a piece of wonton with his chopsticks.

"Open your mouth, I'll feed you."

Song Jia was embarrassed and shifted her face away, "No need, I can feed myself."

Her limbs were still intact. She was not an invalid that could not take care of herself.

Xiang Feng gave her a dissatisfied look and delivered the chopsticks to his own mouth. Without waiting for her to react, he leaned down and caught her lips with his, pushing the wonton into her mouth with his tongue.

Song Jia was speechless and gazed at him with a dumbstruck expression.

Xiang Feng pulled away from her while licking his lips, his eyes hungrily looking at her.

"This soup really tastes good."

He put his chopsticks aside and tilted the bowl of soup to his lips. Song Jia, knowing what he was about to do, immediately stopped him.

"Wait, wait, I'll let you feed me!"

This kind of kissing technique, if he continued to force her to eat like this, what small appetite she had left would completely diminish.

Xiang Feng gazed at her, the corners of his lips raising to form an arc. "You really want me to feed you?"

Song Jia moved her head up and down with force, "Yes, I want you to feed me!"

Xiang Feng picked up his chopsticks and picked up another piece of wonton.

Song Jia opened her mouth obediently, and he delivered it into her mouth with care.

Song Jia had only chewed once when his handsome face suddenly blocked her field of vision, growing closer and closer.

Then, his lips were once again pressed tightly against hers, and the wonton in her mouth was gone.