cold clothes

It's the Third Prince...

A guard held up an umbrella for him, and he strode through the snow toward the restaurant, stopping at the foot of the stairs.

This time, Leng Yi, with her nearsighted eyes, finally saw the smile on Zhao Qun's face, and then it took her a while to realize what was happening.

It seems the Third Prince came specifically to find her; judging by his demeanor, it looks like he's here to take her back to that house.

The lights on the street near the restaurant came on. Zhao Qun looked at Leng Yi and couldn't help but smile, saying, "What are you standing there for? Don't you want to go back?"

They really came to pick her up! The Third Prince is so idle!

Her legs were a little numb from sitting for so long, and her brain was a bit foggy—but her mind was often off-track—so Leng Yi put one hand on the railing and leaned forward.

Hong'e's eyes widened suddenly, and she cried out in panic, "Miss, you can't!"

Zhao Qun's expression changed slightly.

"You can't jump, it's dangerous." Hong'e quickly stepped forward to stop her, her mind racing with thoughts of whether she really wanted to jump, or if she would do something so reckless.

Leng Yi felt that Hong E was questioning her, so she frowned and said, "I know light-body skills."

"But Miss, the injury on your head hasn't fully healed yet; it's really dangerous."

Leng Yi's eyebrows furrowed even deeper, her face showing a stubborn expression.

Bellflower also came to persuade her: "Ningbi... don't do anything reckless."

Zhao Qun, however, recalled the scene from that night on Qixi Festival when Leng Yi jumped off the bridge onto the boat. In his memory, the lights and ripples on the water that night shimmered around her, an unforgettable sight. If Ning Bi were to jump into his arms…

Zhao Qun quickly stopped himself from thinking about it. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future, so it was better not to take any risks now.

"Stop fooling around, just settle down and behave yourself," Zhao Qun said.

Since the Third Prince had spoken, Leng Yi naturally dared not disobey, but she still felt regretful that she could not practice her lightness skill.

—She never wanted to experience the feeling of not being able to escape again.

Leng Yi jogged downstairs, slowed down when she got close to Zhao Qun, walked over properly, and then bowed somewhat awkwardly.

She felt guilty. She should have bowed on the second floor, but she forgot. Now that she was doing it, it looked awkward... If Zhao Qun hadn't been so kind, she would have been dragged down and beaten to death.

Zhao Qun couldn't help but laugh when he saw her adorable, coy demeanor.

Sure enough, she was still a little reserved with him, but they have a long future ahead of them.

Thinking that Zhao Qun raised his left hand, indicating that Leng Yi should hold his hand and get on the car, Leng Yi hesitated for a moment before putting his hand on it.

After getting into the carriage, I got goosebumps and felt quite uncomfortable.

Take her home? The Third Prince?

No matter how she thought about it, she felt that the Third Prince was being too ambiguous with her. She was just a woman with no status or identity, so why was he so concerned about her... Could it be that he was sincere towards her?

The moment this thought crossed Leng Yi's mind, she felt a chill run down her spine, hoping that she was just imagining things.

When they arrived at the house, it was still snowing. The Third Prince held an umbrella for Leng Yi and led her inside. Leng Yi silently told herself that she had been deluding herself.

During dinner, the Third Prince noticed that she liked steamed sea bass and said it with a smile. Leng Yi responded while silently reminding herself not to be presumptuous.

The next morning, Leng Yi got up and was surprised to find that the Third Prince was still in the mansion. It had snowed for a day and a night, turning the courtyard into a silvery white. The Third Prince, dressed in a single garment, was wielding a spear in the courtyard, keeping Leng Yi firmly in place.

After a while, Zhao Qun noticed someone not far away. He casually holstered his gun behind his back. When he saw it was Leng Yi, he raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled, and walked towards Leng Yi.

Leng Yi stared blankly at him, her gaze unconsciously focusing on Zhao Qun's pectoral muscles.