Watching the noble and handsome man turn and head to the outer hall, Jiang Xinli felt her heart relax slightly.
But the moment she turned around, she unexpectedly crashed into a solid, warm embrace.
A crisp, faint scent of lemongrass lingered in the air, and glacier-blue hair cascaded like a waterfall over a suit of Platinum Knight's Armor.
She tipped her face up, momentarily stunned. "Lanse..."
She instinctively tried to step back, but he grabbed her slender waist and forcefully pressed her back into his arms.
"You didn't leave?" Jiang Xinli kept her voice very low, her flickering gaze darting toward the outer hall.
Through a layer of hazy purple gauze curtains, the tall Mermaid Prince was listening to the report of a white-haired elder.
He furrowed his brows slightly, seemingly oblivious to the intimate, ambiguous scene unfolding in the inner chamber.
"Shh—"
