The room was dark, with the dawn moon serving as a curtain through the paper window, and a desk was bathed in moonlight beside a Three-foot Green Blade.
Two dark figures loomed in the room, their features unseen, locked in a standoff.
"What on earth are you trying to do?" the man asked.
"Zhao Rong, close your eyes," the woman said.
"I won't close them, silly girl. I've always seen you as a little sister," he said.
"Ah, I don't want to be your sister."
The man's tone was sincere. "I know a scholar as handsome and talented as myself can be very attractive to you silly little fox demons. But you are still young and don't understand anything. This is just pure admiration for an outstanding man. Mm, you'll appreciate someday that I'm doing this for your own good."