In one fell swoop, Fen could feel her breathing stagger, held on the edge of a knife’s point, before expelling from her system in one massive wave of relief. His words had toyed with her, and he had known it. Still, though, Fen could not fault him when she was certainly the one in the wrong.

Especially when it came to the poor sneaking skills she would eventually have to master.

If it had not been for that wind—

Thank you, Wèi Jūn. She exhaled with a dip of her head, as finally the adrenaline coursing through her system began to simmer and loosen what tense muscles she had gathered.

And after a brief moment, Fen’s charming (fiery and mischievous smile) returned to her lips as she raised her gaze toward his. Master Wèi Jūn, She added with a sweep of her tail and another dip of her head, How did I fare in sneaking, before the wind revealed my position to you?

If the bush had not moved, would he have spotted her?