Shen Mubai sat there motionless, his body rigid with tension, to the point where his breathing was almost halted.
He stared unblinkingly at the girl in front of him, his heart pounding uncontrollably.
He watched as the girl's lips, delicate like cherry blossoms, nearly touched his slightly pale thin lips.
In that moment, Shen Mubai was so nervous that he forgot to breathe, his mind went blank, only filled with the rapid and chaotic sound of his heartbeat, one beat after another.
But in the next instant, the girl slightly tilted her head, bringing her red lips near his ear, and whispered with a smile, her breath fragrant as orchids.
"Young General Shen, there's a blade of grass on your head."
Shen Mubai was stunned for a long time, unable to recover his wits.
Suddenly, a cold and domineering gust of wind lifted the light curtains hanging from the pavilion.
