As Shen Yu's gaze lingered on the blossoming He Lan, Yilan's sharp intuition caught the predatory shift in his golden eyes.
A flash of cold, possessive jealousy pierced her regal composure. Beneath the cover of the heavy blackwood table, she brought her silled heel down firmly onto his foot, her eyes remaining fixed on her wine as if she were merely contemplating the vintage.
Shen Yu felt the dull thud of her anger, but his expression remained a mask of saintly serenity.
He continued to eat with a calm that betrayed nothing of the silent assault. Internally, he smirked. He enjoyed the fire in her.
He reached beneath the table, his hand sliding with ease along the smooth, cool silk of her robes until his palm found the firm heat of her thigh. Yilan stiffened instantly, her breath hitching as her anger collided with a sudden, jolting spark of desire.
