Although Lan Xuanyu had already made his relationship with Bai Xiuxiu clear, their interactions had always been governed by emotion yet restrained by courtesy. They never crossed certain boundaries; at most, they would share kisses and embrace. In this moment, despite being in a hostile camp, the sight before him stirred feelings within the young and spirited Xiao Lan—how could it not? After all, he was not truly a woman.
Inside the canopy, Bai Xiuxiu's hands were ice-cold, betraying her nervousness. Suddenly, she felt a sense of relief. Fortunately, Lan Xuanyu currently cut the figure of a cross-dressing expert, which helped to ease her shyness to some extent.
"You…" Bai Xiuxiu whispered, "Come in."
"Mhm, okay," Lan Xuanyu stuttered, not knowing if it was because he had been previously chilled. He quickly advanced in two strides what would have been three.
The moment he lifted the canopy, his hands trembled slightly.
