The night was still, the world outside the window pitch-black.
The floor-to-ceiling window reflected the scene within—
On the soft bed, a young man was bent over, his body forming a cage that trapped the girl in his arms.
But his was not a domineering, top-down position. He had lowered himself, tilting his head up to gaze unblinkingly into her eyes.
Their breaths mingled in the narrow space, the heat making Jiang Qingli's heart pound wildly.
Ever since she had known Xie Youchen, he had always handled everything with an effortless grace, as if there was nothing in the world that could possibly challenge him.
Their elders were busy with their own affairs, so it was Xie Youchen who had taught her many things.
Like how to solve difficult problems, the techniques of combat, how to handle love letters…
But now, this man who had always seemed so omnipotent in her eyes had lowered his head, assuming a posture of reverence as he asked her to teach him.
How to please her.
