Dinner finally concluded around two in the morning.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the quiet courtyard.
With a casual wave of his hand, Lin Feng made all the dirty dishes vanish as if they had never existed, leaving the table spotless and pristine.
Even the faint scent of food in the air quickly faded, replaced by the cool, refreshing night breeze.
It was in this peaceful moment that someone chose to strike.
"Young Master Lin Feng," Ye Jian said sweetly, her voice soft and delicate, "it's already so late. May I stay in your home for the night? Surely you wouldn't leave a defenseless and fragile woman like me to fend for herself out there in the dark, would you?"
Her tone was gentle, but the way she tilted her head slightly and clasped her hands in front of her chest made her look pitifully vulnerable… almost heartbreakingly so.
