Ning Xuan approached slowly. The vines, as if sensing her presence, loosened their hold slightly. Di Youlin's body swayed gently, the tattered remnants of his clothes sliding down with the motion to reveal more of his skin. His chest heaved, and his slightly ragged breaths betrayed his nervousness.
With a mere thought from Ning Xuan, the vines binding Di Youlin's ankles released him. With a THUD, he was dropped to the floor. He had already shifted his body just before impact, landing on his knees at Ning Xuan's feet.
"Greetings, Master." Although he hadn't been here long, Di Youlin had already learned the basic etiquette required of him, thanks to Yan Fuzhen's training and his own observations.
"You trespassed in my bedchambers, you trespassed in my laboratory, and now you even dare to barge into my training room." Ning Xuan's voice was soft, but her fingers closed unceremoniously around his throat.
