Xia Mei took a deep breath, suddenly pounced on him, hugged his neck tightly, and whispered in his ear:

So... I want to sleep with you.

Her voice was soft yet firm, carrying an air of undeniable authority.

Yuzuru was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly.

"Xia Mei, do you know what you're doing?"

“Of course I know.” She looked up, her gray eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “I like Nan-kun, so… I want to become Nan-kun’s person.”

Her frankness surprised Yuzuru, but it also made him fall in love.

He had been watching this Russian Tsarist princess's actions all along, from their first encounter at the Egg of Remembrance to her decision to return to her country and open a pastry shop next to his dumpling shop.

She was chasing after him, trying to stay by his side.

Every move she made, every glance she gave, revealed her affection for him.

The Buddhist saying goes: It is not the wind that moves, nor the flag that moves, but the mind of the benevolent one that moves.

The little princess's affection is so pure, without any other factors involved. She is captivated at first sight. I like you, regardless of romance.

Yu Sheng Nan gently stroked her cheek and whispered, "No regrets?"

No regrets.

She answered without hesitation.

Yu Sheng Nan smiled, but did not answer. Instead, he showed his feelings with his actions—he reached out and put his arm around Xia Mei's soft, boneless waist, and flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

"You've walked right into our trap, Your Highness..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her.