She grabbed a decorative, jade-tasselled throw pillow and hurled it aggressively at the closed bedroom doors.
"Stupid biology! Stupid novel! Stupid, arrogant, flute-playing Vanguard Commanders!" she yelled, attributing her pain to the nearest available male target simply because she needed someone to be mad at.
The heavy spirit-wood doors silently swung open.
Lin Feng stepped into the room.
He moved with the silent grace of an apex predator, stepping smoothly out of the trajectory of the flying jade pillow.
He caught the projectile with one large hand, his face a mask of complete calm.
He had changed out of his heavy court armor, wearing a comfortable, dark gray martial arts tunic that emphasized the breadth of his shoulders.
Ji'an froze on the bed, her knees still pulled to her chest.
Her eyes widened, a sudden wave of embarrassment crashing over her.
