"Since you've provoked me, do you think it's over just like that?" The man chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her delicate ear, and the hot breath he exhaled landed all over Shen Wan's face. It carried a burning and sticky sensation, mixed with the lingering scent of smoke, instantly conjuring up all the memories in her mind about this man and that night.
The mysterious underground palace, the carved wooden bed of purple sandalwood, the off-white yellowed canopy, the hot spring pool steaming with heat...
A cool breeze brushed past...
Shen Wan hadn't expected that the man she casually picked would turn out to be the renowned Sixth Lord Quan. She had naively thought that after the mountain resort, they would probably never see each other again. But the "Murphy's Law" worked its magic, and the more she didn't want something to happen, the more it happened.
