Marquis Mu Houchu stood in the darkness. His countenance was indiscernible, with the only illumination being the soft glow from the paper lantern hanging at the temple gate, allowing glimpses of his hardened visage. Upon seeing Ji Xinhe, the icy glare in his eyes was swiftly replaced with warmth despite maintaining his stern expression.
Observing his silence, Xinhe could tell that he was angry, sulking.
Yes, he was annoyed and needed to be pacified.
With a beaming smile, Xinhe approached him. Both her hands reached out to gently squeeze the large hand concealed within his sleeve, "You're here to take me home?"
Mu Houchu maintained his grave expression, remaining silent. He believed he pacified too easily. All it took was a simple act of coquettishness from this woman and all would be forgiven. Where in the world was such a good deal possible? This time around, she needed a lesson to remember.
