Throws off the silk shoe, a burst of melon seeds scattered on the ground. Before she could even react, a pair of cool hands grabbed her wrist, pinning her back against the chair.

"Trying to run?" The voice was low and cold, like an ice cave.

Lan Qingxue's heart froze. She didn't expect the Ice Mountain Prince to actually act on his threats. She struggled for a moment, but his grip was like steel. "Prince, we agreed..." she stammered, trying to reason with him.

"We?" The Prince's eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger in them. "You ran away for three years, now you want to talk about agreements?"

Lan Qingxue gulped. She hadn't meant to run away for so long, but the Ice Mountain Prince had been so cold and aloof that she'd felt like a ghost in his own palace. She'd thought that by staying away, she could avoid the inevitable.

But it seemed that the Ice Mountain Prince wasn't going to let her off so easily. His hands moved lower, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. Lan Qingxue gasped, trying to push him away.