C175 Prince of War Poured Wine for Him and the Princess Danced for Him

Lee Yiru's hand was delicate and light to the touch.

Zhong Wen cradled her hand, as white and smooth as jade, to his lips, and was met with the subtle scent of a young woman.

Mimicking European nobility he had seen on TV in a past life, he leaned forward, left hand behind his back, and with what he thought was grace, supported the princess's tender hand