"Pop." The door was pushed open.
"Prin..." The newcomer had only gotten halfway through the address when he saw the embrace of the two people inside and his voice cut off abruptly.
Chu Yu quickly pushed Rong Zhi away and looked towards the door, only to see that the person was Huan Yuan.
Huan Yuan also remembered the impropriety of his actions just now. He raised his hand and bowed slightly, saying, "Huan Yuan was rash. Please forgive me, Princess." When he straightened up, his gaze swiftly swept over Rong Zhi.
Chu Yu raised her hand and straightened her slightly disheveled hair, attempting to remain composed as she said, "What's the matter?" Although there was really nothing going on between her and Rong Zhi just now, for some reason, Chu Yu had the feeling of being caught red-handed and couldn't help feeling waves of guilt.
A wry, somewhat amused expression crossed Huan Yuan's face: "The Kunlun slave the Princess brought back..."
