Yet, it was the flicker of impatient knitting between Pei Huaiyu’s brows and the cold, triumphant smirk Lin Tangyue hid within her sleeve that caused this snowy scene to frost over with sudden chill.
Lin Tangyue lowered her gaze to her fingertips, which she had deliberately painted a delicate, dainty pink. Her voice turned cloyingly sweet. "Does Lord Pei know that snow is at its most lingering when it falls upon the palm?"
Before the words had even faded, she reached out, her snow-dusted fingertips tracing toward Pei Huaiyu’s neck.
Chapter 96