Her cheeks burned, her breath was hot, and she couldn't quite make sense of it all.
Min Ning extended a hand to help her up, and as his hand made contact, the female Prince's entire body trembled. Her breath was feverish, as if heat radiated from every pore.
"This place isn't safe. There's a small building up ahead. Let's head there," Min Ning said, supporting her.
Qin Qingluo nodded faintly, responding weakly, "Alright."
Soon after, the two arrived at the secluded building in the forest. Inside, the decor was simple yet elegant. A screen painted with lotus flowers stood in place, an ancient zither rested in a corner, silk drapes cascaded to the ground, and a refined wooden table bore a set of tea. In the bedroom upstairs, the bed was draped with crimson silk; it seemed to be the private quarters of some lady, though whose was unclear.
