Just as he was beginning to feel the soft sweetness of those petal-like lips, a voice from afar suddenly called out—the voice of Mu Xian—
"Young Master! Second Young Master!"
Yu Wenye furrowed his brow, not yet reacting, when those once docile little hands suddenly pushed hard against his chest. Instantly, Shang Ruyi had withdrawn from his embrace, standing aside with her face flushed.
Like a fragrant breeze, passing without a trace.
He was momentarily dazed, while Shang Ruyi pretended nothing had happened, holding the railing and looking at the scenery below. Soon, Mu Xian ran up from the path, hastily saying, "Second Young Master, you are here. There is news from the Eastern Capital—Young Madam is also here? You, you both—"
