"Princely Heir, why are you still here at this time?" Ning Xueyan asked faintly, raising her head, who stepped back calmly to avoid the fan and was frightened, but her face did not show it.

"Fifth Young Lady, why are you here at this time? Could it be that you know I'm resting here?" Wen Xueran asked instead of answering, with his beautiful amorous eyes glancing at her. He retracted the folding fan in his hand and circled it two times in a handsome way between his fingers. ...