Royal Hunting Ground.
The sun is shining brightly, and the air is filled with the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
In the depths of the hunting ground, a group of frightened animals is running for their lives, startling a large flock of birds into the sky.
A silly roe deer looks at the group of frantic animals, unsure whether it’s scared or just hasn’t reacted yet, and stands there dumbfounded, not moving an inch.
"Whoosh!"
At that moment, the sharp sound of wind-breaking swiftly rings out. The silly roe deer howls once and falls to the ground, rolling over several times.
A feathered arrow is stuck in the silly roe deer’s neck, with fresh blood gushing out.
It was a fatal shot; the silly roe deer died without any pain.
The animals, seeing this scene, are even more frantically scattered.
"Trot trot..."
Soon, two fine horses gallop over.
They stop beside the silly roe deer’s body.
Chen Mo places the bow and arrow on the horse, dismounts, then leads the horse to a tree, ties the reins to the trunk, and then squats down in front of the silly roe deer’s corpse to observe it. Afterward, he turns around and smiles:
"Yiren, I didn’t expect you to be so... beautiful at riding and shooting."
At this moment, Nalan Yiren also dismounts. The sunlight passes over the treetops and branches, enveloping her in a hazy halo of light. She is dressed in a military outfit, her exposed skin is blurred by the white glow, and her charming face, under the bathing light, seems to have a flush flowing through it.
From this angle, if a camera were to capture it and post it online, it would definitely go viral due to its sheer beauty.
Upon hearing this, the fake blush on Nalan Yiren’s face becomes a real blush. This person again brings up those ambiguous words from over a month ago.
Nalan Yiren breathes a sigh of relief, which suggests that the person really meant what they said in the morning.
Nalan Yiren pretends not to hear Chen Mo’s words and changes the subject: "Aren’t we hunting? Why did you dismount? Keep chasing, or else the prey will get away, and we’ll really lose to them in this match."
"I’m tired, taking a break." Chen Mo casually walks over to an area of the grass and sits down.
Basking in the sunlight, as a gentle breeze blows, he feels refreshed and invigorated.
"Yiren, come sit down."
Chen Mo pats the adjacent grass.
Nalan Yiren looks embarrassed, realizing that sitting over there is surely no good, but over the past month, since Chen Mo "ignored her," even though they now know it was a misunderstanding, Nalan Yiren fears it might really become true, saying, "Promise you won’t touch me."
As she speaks, she moves closer to where Chen Mo is sitting.
Chen Mo nods.
But just as Nalan Yiren sits down next to him, Chen Mo grabs her hand.
"You just promised not to touch me," Nalan Yiren says, embarrassed and annoyed, trying to pull her hand away, but Chen Mo holds it firmly.
"Why are you so afraid? Sit a bit closer." Chen Mo pulls Nalan Yiren a little closer.
Their bodies are now touching. Nalan Yiren feels a tingling sensation and, with her free hand, pushes against Chen Mo’s body, half-ashamed, half-scolding: "Stop it, you think I don’t know what you’re up to, don’t you? Don’t even think about messing around."
"Is that how you see me?" Chen Mo turns to face Nalan Yiren, grabbing her other hand and looking into her eyes.
"What else?" Nalan Yiren’s gaze avoids his.
"Sigh, I didn’t expect you to think of me this way, alright then..." Chen Mo releases one of her hands, cupping her face, saying, "Then I won’t pretend anymore."
With that, he kisses her.
Nalan Yiren immediately feels a slight softness on her lips, warm and gentle, perhaps due to a change in mindset, just a light touch is enough to invoke a strange feeling that penetrates deep into her heart.
Just as she thinks of resisting, Chen Mo whispers, "Yiren, let me kiss you well."
This leaves her hand, the one not being held, hopelessly unsure of where to place it.
She lets Chen Mo kiss her.
Who knows how long it took, but Nalan Yiren, as if suffocating, trembles slightly, her whole body heating up, with the warmth slowly spreading to her earlobes, her mind becoming dizzy.
Until suddenly she realizes a pair of warm hands is resting on her waist, and as Chen Mo’s hold on her other hand loosens, Nalan Yiren can’t hold back anymore, pushing Chen Mo with her hands.
But she fails to push him, as Chen Mo has already tightened his hold around her waist.
Chen Mo no longer kisses her, holding her by the waist, looking deeply into her eyes, saying: "Yiren, be my woman. I find myself happy every time I see you, uncontrollably happy, wanting to touch you.
You probably don’t dislike me, right? Let’s be together, I’ll treat you well."
"Buzz..."
Hearing this, Nalan Yiren’s ears turn red with embarrassment.
She tangles her hands in her military outfit, her earlobes heating up, her pretty face becoming flushed with red.
Although Chen Mo had spoken sweet words to her before.
But never like now, openly asking her to be his woman.
This leaves Nalan Yiren at a loss for words.
"Yiren, if you don’t speak, I’ll take it as a yes."
With that, Chen Mo assumes her silence is consent, placing his hand on her waist under her outfit.
The moment her skin touches Chen Mo’s large hand, Nalan Yiren feels like she’s been electrocuted, instantly snapping back, grabbing onto Chen Mo’s hand that’s about to misbehave.
"What’s the matter, don’t you like me?" Chen Mo asks, puzzled, looking at Nalan Yiren.
In matters of love, Nalan Yiren cannot compare to Chen Mo’s advances, thus she says: "It’s... too fast."