Shen Xuan looked calmly at Qin Yuehan, as if he had anticipated it.
After a silent ten breaths.
Shen Xuan slowly opened his mouth and said solemnly, "Princess, I understand your intentions."
"We met amidst obscurity, have accompanied each other until now, and our bond is far from ordinary. If you are willing, we can journey together and support each other."
"You are drunk today. Wait until you sober up, make your decision, and come find me again."
Having said this, Shen Xuan stood up, intending to leave.
Qin Yuehan stood up, suddenly embraced Shen Xuan from behind.
"I'm not drunk. I'm very clear-headed. Tonight, don't go, stay with me."
The night wind stirred, plum branches swayed.
That night.
Cold Moon Pavilion, bedroom, spring ambiance enchanting.
The noble and aloof Qin Yuehan, at this time, her cloud-like hair scattered, robe half undone, her snow-white skin with a captivating blush, eyes glimmering with allure, mesmerizingly seductive.
