Xiao Rong had not seen Feng Yun for many years and had not expected their reunion to be under such circumstances.
Perhaps it was the change in perspective or mindset, but Xiao Rong actually found her much more beautiful than before...
Her beauty used to be restrained, suppressed, as if afraid to draw the attention of others.
Now, she was unafraid, like a peony in full bloom, dignified and grand, yet also imposing.
"Feng Shi Er Niang!"
Xiao Rong could not bear the lazy coldness emanating from her, and glanced at his own situation, hands bound behind his back, sitting on the boat in disarray, and frowned awkwardly.
"You've tied me up, what are you planning to do?"
Feng Yun just smiled without answering, her fingers tapping on the wooden table, rhythmically, one tap after another.
Xiao Rong was made somewhat nervous by her tapping. "I know you are vicious at heart, catching me must mean you won't let me off easily. Just say it, what do you want?"
