Song Jinglan’s steps were steady and heavy. She obediently curled up in his arms obediently as she played with his hair and touched his neckline. Finally, she couldn’t help but nose his slender and enticing neck.

There was a faint scent of ambergris on his body. After being enraptured by his heated temperature, his aura became more intense, and his scent became reassuringly pleasant.

When the soft tip of her nose rubbed against his skin, Song Jinglan paused.

He looked down at the restless girl in his arms and said in a somewhat hoarse voice, “Princess.”

Lin Feilu snuffled once more before she buried her entire face in the crook of his neck and rubbed it, “Little Song, you smell so nice.”

Song Jinglan’s arms that held her were tightened to the point where the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly before letting out a helpless sigh, striding towards the Fairy Lake.

***

Night had fallen, and the sky above the wilderness was boundless. Clear and bright, it was like the artwork, ‘The Starry Night’ that Van Gogh painted. The scene was enchanting, almost to the point of unrealism. The Fairy Lake was bathed under this starlight as the lake’s surface sparkled, seemingly full of glittering stars.

There was also a row of weeping willows by the lake, and as the night wind blew across the water, the leaves disrupted the reflection of the stars over the lake.

The beauty of nature truly moved Lin Feilu, and her heart suddenly seemed to be filled with some sort of emotion. Her limbs trembled before this beauty, leaving her rather satisfied as she basked in it.

She turned her head to look at the tall and stunning man seated beside her, whose hands were still intertwined with hers. With a gentle smile adorning his lips, he looked even more beautiful than the starlight scenery in front of her.

As a sudden epiphany struck, she suddenly understood where this feeling came from.

It’s because she was enjoying the most beautiful scenery in the world with her favourite person.

Song Jinglan noticed the change of expressions on her face before he smiled lightly. Turning his head, he asked, “What is the Princess looking at?”

Lin Feilu looked at him and said with a serious face, “Little Song, it turns out that there really is a fairy in the Fairy Lake!”

Song Jinglan had already guessed what she was going to say, but he still asked cooperatively, “Huh? Where is it?”

However, Lin Feilu didn’t answer the way he thought she would.

“It’s me,” she answered.

Song Jinglan silently kept his gaze on her for a moment before finally shaking his head and smiling, “Yes, it’s you.”

The night breeze blew across the wilderness with an empty and distant sound. Under his gaze, Lin Feilu felt her coquettish temperament flare up again as she stretched out her hand, “Carry.”

He smiled, leaning over to lift her up tenderly.

Lin Feilu wrapped her arms around his waist and buried herself in his chest, saying, “No matter where we go from now on, you have to carry me when I get tired.”

He lowered his head and kissed her soft, long locks, “Okay.”

Lin Feilu looked up at him, expressing her doubts, “You’re saying okay to this and okay to that all the time; are you just going to agree with everything I say?”

He gently stroked her head’s back with his palms before sliding his fingers down her dark strands. Pinching the back of her neck, his low voice was extremely gentle as he uttered, “As long as the Princess is by my side, everything is okay to me.”

Lin Feilu felt goosebumps break out all over her body again.

She realised that whenever this man’s perverted possessiveness was stirred, he would pinch the back of her neck.

The problem was that she was still going crazy for this damned possessive-yet-good-looking maniac.

She blushed a little before pushing him away, “Let’s go back.”