"...Why are you wearing something so revealing?"
"I'm staying in character." Shen Huoshui gave him a casual glance.
"So, now," he suddenly pulled her into his arms, chuckling softly, "...shouldn't you get into character, too?"
The man's crisp scent of cedar enveloped her, teasing at her nose.
"..." Shen Lang raised an eyebrow slightly. "What character?"
"You should dress according to your current status," the man said, his gaze deep and his thin, rosy lips curled slightly.
'My current status... Hmm, I guess I'm his... lover?'
'Tsk.'
'So this bastard is into this kind of thing?'
'He's surprisingly repressed.'
The man's long, well-defined fingers slowly came to rest on her pale, slender neck. It seemed as if the slightest pressure would be enough to snap it...
His hand moved up slowly, coming to rest on her red lips.
"Miss Shen, don't you dare forget your place."
