On the ridge of the field, Tian Lingyun gazed at the fields of canola flowers stretching across the mountains. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, having not breathed such clean and fresh air for a long time while staying in the smog-filled city of the Imperial Capital.
"Do you like it here?"
A deep male voice came from behind her, his hot breath sprayed on the nape of her neck as if he were speaking right into her ear.
Tian Lingyun's eyes flew open upon seeing the handsome face so close to hers, their lips nearly touching, and in shock she hastily stepped back, only to find that she was on the ridge and stepped into thin air.
"Ah!" Tian Lingyun, her face drained of color, flailed her arms in mid-air, trying to grasp at something.
Bo Jinnian quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist but didn't pull her back. Tian Lingyun felt a fine cold sweat breaking out on her back—if she fell into the field with so much media around, it would be a huge embarrassment.