"There's no reason to fear him. These days he's too busy gallivanting around to chastise me,"
Ye Zi'an laughed heartily, playing with one of Yang Chuxia's flowing locks of hair. Slowly, he spun each strand, gradually reaching behind her ear and the nape of her neck. His hand seemed just about to slip beneath the collar of her dress when Yang Chuxia intercepted it.
Seeing this happening, Ye Zi'an couldn't help but sigh, having missed a good opportunity.
"Behave yourself!"
"Oh," responded Ye Zi'an, promptly sitting upright again.
Observing his behavior, Yang Chuxia laughed lightly. She was reminded about the impersonation incident and mentioned, "It seems we have to thank Mu Shaoling for this. But wasn't he too casual in letting the cat out of the bag? Isn't he worried about being attacked by the people in the Capital City?"
