She was resisting.
Her delicate, supple hands were pressed against his chest. What resistance could they offer?
The smile vanished from the Duke's deep, golden, serpentine eyes as he stared down at her. He had gone to great lengths to arrange this "long-awaited reunion." He didn't blame her for running away, but the way his little pet was trying to distance herself from him made his heart ache, as if pricked by a thousand needles.
He pulled back slightly. In the Cloud Mist, the man's figure was ethereal, his serpentine lower body completely hidden in the fog, indistinct.
Yu Zhizhi noticed he had withdrawn a bit. She slowly turned her head and looked up at the Duke, who was much taller than her.
His handsome, wicked features were veiled by the mist, then revealed as if by a passing breeze. His serpentine eyes were like golden moons in the night sky, cold and distant.
