They stood so close. The wind, drifting in from the outside, carried her scent directly to him. A faint hint of rose, with an afternote of citrus—sweet orange, perhaps. He couldn't quite place it. Qi Sinian felt his control fraying at the edges. His hand on her waist tightened slightly. Zhong Xiran felt a shiver of anticipation, as if his fingers might slip beneath the fabric of her dress at any m