Shen Yinning had her little scheme exposed but remained unperturbed.
Her fingertips slid slowly along the man's firm arm, inching upwards toward his shoulder, finally pausing on his lips.
She stared at his lips as if gazing at his unspoken desires.
Within her bright and alluring smile was a seductive charm capable of enchanting hearts: "Your Highness, listening to those words made your heart happy as well, didn't it? If it brings you joy, why bother discerning lies from truths? As the saying goes, 'stealing half a day of fleeting leisure.' Why not take advantage of this rainy afternoon trapped together on the painted boat and revel in the pleasure of the moment with me, ascending Wushan together?"
The faintly sweet scent of powder lingered on her fingertips, slipping past Lu Ying's thin lips.
Shen Yinning raised her lashes and met eyes with Lu Ying.
Suddenly, she swiftly licked the corner of his lips.
It was like issuing him the most ardent invitation.
