The hall was quiet now, the faint crackle of lantern flames the only sound.
Feng Yun leaned back against the chair, loosening his robes slightly. His sharp eyes followed Wang Ruo as she returned from setting aside the tea tray. Her slender figure moved gracefully in the soft light, her long hair swaying behind her shoulders.
"Ruo, come here; I brought something for you."
His voice was low but commanding, and his hand stretched open, beckoning.
Wang Ruo's cheeks warmed instantly. She nodded gently and walked over with measured steps. Without hesitation, she sat on his thighs, her weight pressing lightly against him. His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her closer, while she leaned forward, resting her cheek against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat reached her ears, calming her.
Her robes were thin, her body warm. Feng Yun could feel the soft rise of her curves pressed against him, her scent faint but sweet — like fresh rain mixed with a trace of tea leaves.
