Ning Xuan untied the red silk ribbon covering his eyes and reached out to lift his bowed head.
"Why the long face? Do you feel you've been wronged?"
"Yun Han wouldn't dare." He was forced to tilt his face up, his long neck stretched taut, revealing the elegant line of his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed, and a liquid light shimmered in his amber eyes.
The words left his lips as if coated in a thin layer of frost. When the box had been opened, Yun Han had shifted from a sitting to an upright kneeling position, his posture remaining impeccable. His hands were bound behind his back with a red silk ribbon. Beneath his crimson, translucent robes, the sharp outline of broad shoulders and a narrow waist was faintly visible, hinting at the elegant musculature beneath.
Ning Xuan gripped his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. Yun Han was compelled to look into Ning Xuan's eyes, but after a moment, he squeezed them shut and turned his head away.
