He pressed down on Shen Yinning's lips harshly, gritting his teeth: "Shut up!"
Shen Yinning blinked, her long lashes still glistening with fragments of crystalline tears.
Beyond her pitiful demeanor, her clear and radiant eyes seemed to harbor a trace of mischief, as if mocking Lu Ying for being utterly helpless against her.
In the next instant, Lu Ying suddenly bit her lips.
Shen Yinning's pupils widened, every word she wanted to say blocked in her throat.
"Mmph... You beast..."
She cursed under her breath, clawing at Lu Ying's neck with sharp nails, leaving behind a few distinct, bloodied scratches.
Lu Ying winced from the pain, his brows furrowing deeply as he covered his neck with his hand.
Luckily, it was winter, and the high collar of his silk robe would conceal the marks, sparing him from embarrassment at court the following day.
He exhaled a little more heavily, grinding his teeth as he laughed, his voice low and teasing: "Shen Zhaozhao, you really have some nerve!"
