She sat lonely on the bed, and suddenly remembered that Chen Yi's story hadn't been finished yet—what happened with Yin Zhiping and the Little Dragon Maiden afterward...
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Not long after Yin Weiyin escorted Lu Ying to the guest room, he returned to the main hall and found that Chen Yi was no longer at his seat.
She quickened her pace almost unconsciously.
Before she could get closer, a dark shadow flashed behind her, pulling her abruptly into a strong embrace.
Yin Weiyin's breathing halted, her heart skipping half a beat as her waist stiffened.
He was her unresolved past, and she still feared him.
Soft fragrance filled her senses as Chen Yi held her hand with one hand, and encircled her waist with the other, audaciously pressing his cheek against her neck. It had been so long since he last saw her. When they met at Qingfeng Pavilion, he had wanted to pull her into his arms immediately, but the situation—and Lu Ying's presence—had held him back.
