The cool breeze and night rain, along with the chill of late autumn, were all blocked outside by this door.
Her back was pressed against the door panel by the man's actions, and before her was his handsome face, somber and sincere under the harshly pale light. Silently, they confronted each other, and even the servants who had been there moments ago knew to keep their mouths shut.
She looked up, her expression having calmed down, "I'm not a teenage girl, not afraid of thunder nor lightning. As for the downpour... it is quite heavy, but it's okay, I can just take a bath when I get home, make some ginger tea, drink it, and then go straight to bed. My health is good, no problem."
As she spoke, she tried once again to pry his fingers away.
But this time, Mo Shichen didn't let her succeed, emotionlessly gripping her hand and turning to walk back in.
