The Time to Strike Is When You Should Strike

Zi Yuan wasn't buying it at all. She puffed up in anger and asked, "Is this how you usually hit on beautiful women!?"

"How can you slander my good name out of nowhere!?"

Qin Feng cried out in protest. "We grew up together, childhood sweethearts. You know I'm introverted and not good with words. How could I ever hit on a young lady first? It's always the young ladies who come up and hit on me."

"So you never turn any of them down, and take them all in!?"

The more Zi Yuan heard, the angrier she got. Her little fists clenched on the spot.

"I just wanted to give them a home!"

Qin Feng had long since figured Zi Yuan out. He stepped forward and took her little fist in his hand, gazing at her with deep affection. "You can't hide the look in your eyes when you love someone. To me, all others are grass and trees; only you are the green mountain."

"Your Majesty's eloquence really hasn't faded!"

Zi Yuan smiled and pulled her hand away from Qin Feng's. She was already immune to this scoundrel's tricks.

You couldn't hide the look in your eyes when you loved someone—but if you loved lots of people, you could hide it just fine. Qin Feng was clearly putting on an act now.

"Your smile brings spring to Jiangnan!"

Qin Feng knew this was no time to worry about saving face.

He took Zi Yuan's little hand again. His approach was shamelessness itself. Unlike Yuan, who had no shame at all, he struck whenever the moment called for it.

The wind is silent, love speaks no words!

Tonight, I'd gladly tangle with you, miss. And if all else fails, I'll take a two- or three-year sentence!!

"You..."

Zi Yuan couldn't