"Then let Ye ask you this, miss—was there anything improper about what Ye just did?"
Ye Lin asked with a faint smile on his face.
"This little woman saw the young master take something from this pavilion just now. I am quite interested in what you took, and wonder whether you might bring it out for us to admire together?"
As the woman in green spoke, she set the qin she had been holding in her arms before her. Her jade-white hands gently rested upon the strings, while her eyes remained fixed on Ye Lin.
As though she were waiting for Ye Lin's next move.
Ye Lin's expression did not change, though inwardly he cursed. Putting on such a righteous front, yet she was still a dog after all.
If you want to covet what I have, just say so. Why put on such a roundabout performance?
"So then, young master, will you agree?"
The woman in green began lightly plucking the strings. The next moment, a melodious tune drifted forth, its notes constantly shifting—at times brimming with killing intent, at times long and soft as cotton, at times overflowing with affection.
It was enough to make one sink into it without realizing.
"Then might I know this lady's name?"
"Gu Ruyan."
After Gu Ruyan spoke, she lightly flicked the strings with her right hand. With a sharp zheng, a streak of Sword Qi instantly shot toward Ye Lin.
Ye Lin casually waved his hand and dispersed the Sword Qi. It was merely a test—nothing out of the ordinary.
"Ye Lin. Gu Ruyan—what a lovely name. But Miss Gu, striking at the slightest disagreement is hardly the conduct expected of a proper young lady."
With his hands behind his back, Ye Lin smiled faintly and walked step by step toward