An Ning couldn't help but lean against the pillar behind her.
Lin Zichan propped his hand against the pillar above her head. His tall figure leaned over, completely enveloping her beneath him, blocking out the moonlight above and the dim candlelight around.
An Ning's view became dark.
The scent of Lin Zichan filled her nostrils.
The smell of wine mixed with rouge.
An Ning lowered her eyes.
Her hand instinctively clenched.
Her heartbeat gradually sped up.
"Even though I'm just a solitary person, visiting the red-light district is only natural. Your Ladyship, despite your noble status, shouldn't behave so irrationally." Lin Zichan's magnetic voice was unmistakably close to her ear.
She seemed to feel his breath, hot and heavy.
"Guard, since you accompanied me to Wenzhou, you bear a heavy responsibility and naturally cannot indulge yourself arbitrarily." An Ning raised her eyes to look at him.
Their gazes met.
