He stepped forward.
She stepped back.
Her waist slightly arched backward, and the fabric of her Daoist robe brushed against the doorframe, emitting a faint rustling sound.
"Finally..." Chen Yi stood still in front of her, so close that she could clearly see the dark currents swirling in his eyes and feel the heat emanating from him, mixed with a faint tea fragrance and the lingering decadent aura of last night. "It was about guiding Lin Wanxiao, having her knock on this door at the most crucial moment... Yin Weiyin, your orchestration is indeed painstaking."
He leaned slightly, his gaze like a torch, firmly locking onto her eyes that flickered with panic.
"Tell me, do you really want to help me enjoy the blessings of a harem, or... do you want to see how I struggle in the wake of their fury, how... I fall from grace?"
Yin Weiyin was trapped by him in a narrow space formed by the door and his body, with no escape.
