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Jun Linyuan glanced at her and frowned. "Did someone upset you?"

"Who do you think?" thought Feng Wu.

Of course, Feng Wu would never say that out loud. She stared at Jun Linyuan, then bowed.

After that, Feng Wu stood back up. She turned around decisively and left, keeping her back ramrod straight.

Jun Linyuan had done her a big favor, but he had also given her a lot of trouble by carrying her back. Feng Wu felt conflicted…

"Stop!"

Frowning, Jun Linyuan narrowed his eyes and gave off a terrifying energy.

But Feng Wu didn't stop; she kept walking. The next second, an invisible power that resembled a very long arm pulled Feng Wu back.

Before Feng Wu realized what was going on, she was already sitting on Jun Linyuan's lap.

The position was so suggestive.

The first thing Feng Wu could think of was —

"Zuo Qingluan is the crown prince's future wife. As for Feng Wu, she'll be his concubine at most."