The two stood on the cobblestone path in the garden. It had just rained in the morning, so the ground was still damp.
But the air after the rain was fresh. Taking a few deep breaths outside made one feel refreshed.
Yu Chiyin carefully wrapped his arms around her waist.
Hearing what she said, he lowered his ink-black eyes to look at her, and extended a finger to gently poke the corners of her lips that were pursed.
"Speak if you want to speak, don't get handsy."
Lu Fengxuan swatted his hand away irritably, her eyes nearly rolling to the heavens.
"You've been cross all morning and are still angry, looking as pitiful as a bullied young wife," Yu Chiyin teased her.
"Whose fault is it that I'm aggrieved?" Lu Fengxuan stared at him with a face that seemed intent on settling scores afterwards.
It was he who had taken advantage of her when she was still groggy in the morning.
