When Lu Xia received the invitation to Prince Li Mang's 40th birthday from Duke Leslie the next day, she wasn't too surprised. After all, she didn't know Prince Li Mang, so the Prince wouldn't have sent her an invitation directly.
'Duke Leslie must have used her connections to get this invitation for me.' Lu Xia made a mental note of the favor.
Since she had to go to the No. 1 Institute, Lu Xia prepared to leave right after breakfast. Just as she was heading out, Graces took a coat and draped it over her shoulders. "The temperature's dropping today, and it might rain. Don't catch a cold."
The man's sudden closeness brought with it a familiar scent.
They had been intimate every night for the past few days, and her body seemed to have developed an instinctive, hypersensitive reaction to his touch.
After settling the coat on Lu Xia, Graces looked up and noticed the young woman's blushing cheeks. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Why is your face so red?"
