In Dan Yun Pavilion, inside Lu Ruoxi's boudoir.
"What's wrong, Junior Brother? You've seemed so listless and distracted."
From deep within her cleavage, Lu Ruoxi produced a milk-scented white handkerchief. She gently wiped the sweat from Pei Yuhang's body, her enchanting eyes shimmering.
After a moment of silence, Pei Yuhang said, "It's nothing, Senior Sister."
Lu Ruoxi gently pursed her lips, a cunning glint flashing in her eyes.
She leaned in closer to Pei Yuhang, her handkerchief gently brushing against his cheek and releasing its rich, milky fragrance. Lu Ruoxi's voice was as soft as a feather, teasing his heartstrings. "Junior Brother, you can't fool me."
Lu Ruoxi's gaze was as gentle as still water. Her fingertip slid slowly down his collarbone, stopping over his heart to press lightly.
"It's pounding so fast, and you still say nothing's wrong?"
