Every time Yeh Cangqiong said he was taking her to see something better, Chi Xiaoyu knew without fail that it wouldn't be anything good.
This guy, his mind was completely filled with X's and O's and all sorts of age-inappropriate content.
"Not going, not going, not going..."
"Be good now, put on your clothes!"
He grabbed a jacket and draped it over her.
She was so worn down by his persistence that she had no choice but to follow him outside.
The President's palace was vast and opulent.
This section belonged to The Harem buildings, and no one usually came here. By night, it was even more deserted.
Yeh Cangqiong was only wearing a gray robe, his large hand clasped tightly with her smaller one, fingers intertwined.
Moonlight spilled through the intricately carved Roman pillars, pouring a soft, tranquil glow.
Silence enveloped the surroundings, broken only by the faint chirping of nameless little insects in the flowerbeds.
