Prince William squinted his eyes, unable to discern what trick she was planning, but his intuition told him he couldn't let her get up; otherwise, the cooked duck might fly away. "You want to play something exciting? Then let's play bondage."
Wei Anning gritted her teeth in hatred. If he really tied her hands, she would indeed become meat on the chopping board, at his mercy.
Quick-witted in her panic, she said, "That wouldn't be good. If you tie me up, how can I touch you? Why don't you let go of my hands first? You're hurting my wrists."
Prince William weighed the situation. Even if he let go of her hands, she wouldn't escape his grasp, so he released them readily, then lowered his head to continue kissing her. This time, Wei Anning didn't dodge or resist.
Her hands slid down his arms and simultaneously gripped his thumbs. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, she suddenly twisted them apart with force, followed by a crisp "snap."
