Many women dream of a prince charming, imagining a handsome and noble prince descending from the heavens to rescue them from danger, showering them with a passionate kiss and pledging eternal love.
Anxin was no exception. Even though she knew rationally that the one riding the white horse might not necessarily be a prince, but perhaps a monk like Tang Seng, she still occasionally indulged in such dreams.
Especially during these days back in her home country for some unavoidable reasons, Anxin found herself secretly hoping that the superhero who wore his underwear outside his pants truly existed, even if he did affect the city's aesthetics.
From the moment Yang Chen held her hand and led her out of the Thorn Bar, Anxin felt happiness suddenly enveloping her.
Unconsciously, she followed Yang Chen and got into the car, and without even fastening her seatbelt, she lazily leaned into his arms, passionately kissing his cheeks and neck a few times.
