Under the corridor.
Shen Yinning struggled free from Cui Ji, her chest heaving violently: "Cui Ji, if you dare behave so rudely again, never step into Shen Garden ever again!"
Cui Ji was equally out of breath.
He fixed his gaze on the young woman in front of him, his dark eyes suffused with the misty drizzle of spring, barely restraining the overwhelming desire and impulse to devour her whole.
After a long silence, he reached out and gently smoothed a stray strand of hair at her temple: "Cui Ji could not help himself; I beg the Commandery Princess for forgiveness."
"Don't touch me!" Shen Yinning coldly slapped his hand away.
Cui Ji lowered his gaze, staring at the pearl-adorned tip of her embroidered shoe: "Cui Ji begs the Commandery Princess not to get close to the deposed Crown Prince."
"What does it have to do with you?"
