The light flickered inside the room, and the incense burner was lit, emitting a subtle and elegant fragrance.
His words, on the contrary, calmed Shen Hua down.
"What's wrong with me reading some miscellaneous books? Maybe I should remind you that you were the one who sent them to me. Now it turns out, you're blaming me for it."
"Prince, it's better to be reasonable."
Her slender fingertips jabbed his chest again and again. It seemed like she was ready to argue with him all night long.
"Anyone unaware would think I've done something outrageous and unforgivable."
Suddenly she leaned closer, looking as if she was about to kiss him, but she sniffed like a cat instead.
"Have you been drinking?"
His Adam's apple bobbed, his face stern—possibly from the alcohol, perhaps the night brought more intense emotions than the day. The body reacts so strongly; it's hard to control.
"It's a day of celebration. I had to drink a few glasses."
