Luo Jinchuan narrowed his eyes at Yan Qingsi. She was undeniably beautiful.
He was no stranger to stunning women and she was by no means the prettiest of them all, yet her visage haunted him daily. Her beauty was the kind that taught one's soul a lesson—of yearning for something that could not be had.
From his perspective, the three years away from home had treated Yan Qingsi well as she was even more attractive now. Perhaps the time had allowed her to blossom into adulthood. She reminded him of a poppy flower blooming amidst the wilderness—deadly but irresistible to men.
If it were any other woman, Luo Jinchuan would not have been bothered to keep track of her news, let alone to come for a personal visit.
Luo Jinchuan had never felt such an urge to have a woman.
A darker part of him wanted to rip her clothes off and take her there and then.
