The young girl, at some unknown point, had tugged off her human skin mask. She propped her hands behind her, mischievously stretched her legs toward Lu Ying, and provocatively pointed her snow-white toes straight and taut. Her voice carried a hint of teasing, "What was Your Highness just thinking?"
The wind stirred amidst the wild mountains, scattering the girl's dark hair like tumultuous clouds, resembling a fox inviting a scholar.
Lu Ying stood motionless, his refined and noble bearing clashing with the untamed wilderness, his upright and dignified demeanor incompatible with the girl in alluring red clothes—he was like a steadfast, austere pine tree.
Shen Yinning tilted her head. "Ah, I forgot. Crown Prince Lu Ying—the epitome of decorum and restraint, modest in conduct and disciplined in self-control, a true gentleman—would never engage in such debauchery amidst the wild."
With each word she spoke, Lu Ying's face grew progressively colder.
