Feeling the sharp gaze sweeping over her body inch by inch, as if trying to bore a hole through her, Shang Ruyi, though trying her best to control her breathing, found her body stiffening bit by bit under that gaze.
Her hand instinctively tightened its grip on the corner of the quilt.
Her teeth, too, were biting hard into her lower lip.
But the person behind her—why was he still standing there without moving?
Moreover, Yu Wenye's breathing was heavy, seemingly carrying a hint of anger. Could it be that tonight, something unpleasant happened between him and Princess Xinyue?
But even if there was some unpleasantness between them, what did it have to do with her?
He returned, staring at her like this, was he looking to cause her trouble?
