Then Feng Zhiwei bit Ning Yi's ear!
Ning Yi felt as if he had been struck by lightning. This man who would not lose composure even if Mount Tai collapsed before him suddenly froze by the table.
Feng Zhiwei roared, flipping the table!
"Your Highness actually insults scholars!" The table fell to the ground as chairs and tea flew through the air. Feng Zhiwei ripped her sleeve, tore the buttons from her collar, and splashed in the tea puddle, drenching her robes and splattering Ning Yi's. She grabbed a piece of porcelain and ran out of the courtyard, holding the porcelain to her neck as she cried out: "The horror! A scholar prefers death over humiliation!"
Everything happened in a flash, and while Ning Yi was trying to relive that pained, happy moment and memorize the feel of her soft lips on her ear and her smell in his lungs, Feng Zhiwei had already smashed everything and ran off. From start to finish, he had had no time to react.
