Lu Ying held her on his lap. "Waiting for me?"
Shen Yinning didn't answer; she merely withdrew her gaze from the window and circled his neck, initiating a kiss on his thin lips.
She had just drunk rose tea, the rich sweet scent of rose lingering between her lips and teeth.
It captivated Lu Ying.
This little vixen, she's taking the initiative tonight.
He thought as he clasped the back of her head, deepening the kiss assertively.
Meanwhile, at a post station thirty miles outside the city.
The sky was laden with snow.
The guards responsible for escorting Shen Xinglei had long been bribed heavily by the Shen Family. At this moment, they were treating Shen Xinglei like a young master, the room furnished with gold, silver, and fine silks, with ample hot water and charcoal provided. One could hardly believe this was an exile; it seemed more like a wealthy young lord out on a scholarly trip.
