Prince Sang was already in a foul mood, simmering with pent-up anger, when he caught sight of Ruo Ling, his eyes lit up. Standing behind her, he watched her supple, graceful figure and wickedly stroked his chin.
"Ah Ling, come here." He lunged forward to embrace Ruo Ling.
Ruo Ling had already heard someone entering, so when Prince Sang pounced, she swiftly stepped aside, avoiding his touch.
She looked at Prince Sang coldly. "Prince, what do you think you are doing?"
Prince Sang's gaze was hot and direct as he eyed her form and advanced on her step by step. "Ah Ling, what do you think I want to do? Don't play coy. I had assumed you were a chaste maiden, but it turns out you've had a man. I haven't seen your man come by recently. Have you been messing around with someone? If that's the case, why don't you 'mess around' with me too? My kung fu is not bad."
Prince Sang reached out his large hand and grasped Ruo Ling's slender arm.