The warmth from the flames and alcohol dissipated instantly.
She lifted her head and glared at him with hatred.
Even though she knew this was the fate she had chosen, she wanted to scourge him with her gaze.
His blue eyes were dark, full of mockery: "What, afraid? Or perhaps you still want to take a bath first like the first night?"
"No need!"
Yan Jian turned her eyes away and lowered her head to unbutton her clothes. At this moment, she despairingly realized that her clothes were made of the same coarse British style tweed as his, and in the same camel color.
But she reminded herself, this was not what is called being on the same wavelength, it was just that it was this season, so this classic British style combination was the most common. He had noble blood, after all, and she was a fashion design student, so the two of them just coincidentally dressed similarly.
