Seeing this, Shen Heting furrowed his brows and strode forward to pull her up. "What do you think you're doing?"
Wen Shiqing dared not look up. She had barely let her knees touch the floor before he hauled her to her feet. Her back was already soaked through with cold sweat, her clothes clinging to her skin; the intertwining of chill and terror made her shrink further into herself. Shen Heting gripped her arms as he lifted her, feeling the muscles beneath his hands trembling. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly pulled her onto the bed, tucking her into the quilt. "Are you cold, or are you afraid?"
Wen Shiqing sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in the quilt, her head still bowed, saying nothing. She was indeed terrified. Yet, even through the fear, her mind was racing, her head hung low as she desperately searched for a way out. Being discovered by the most powerful prince in the imperial court while disguised as a man was, without a doubt, a dead end. Moreover, this prince was attracted to her male persona—he was a "cut-sleeve." No, that wasn't right. According to Li Huizhou, it was possible he wasn't a cut-sleeve at all.
Chapter 88