The night outside the window was deep and heavy.
This Zen room was meant to be solemn and dignified, yet now it carried the sweet, intoxicating fragrance unique to a young maiden.
The girl in his arms had a delicate, lotus-like face and a sweet scent that seemed to emanate from her very bones, the only hint of beauty within the gray-blue confines of this Zen room.
Even through the fabric of her fine robes, Lu Ying could feel the softness and warmth of her skin.
His Adam's apple rolled, suppressing the overwhelming urge to touch her, as his palm pressed down tightly against the small Buddha table.
With a darkened expression, he ordered, "Get down, and put your clothes back on."
Shen Yinning didn't understand. "The Crown Prince shows up at a married woman's Zen room in the middle of the night, yet pretends to act like a saint. What exactly do you want?"
"I'll say it again—this is *my* Zen room. If you don't believe me, you can go check the sign by the entrance."
