Despite the temptation to linger in Xia Bingling's embrace, Wang Li knew better. Dawn was approaching, and Qingwu wouldn't be long in returning. Explaining his presence in Xia Bingling's chamber at this ungodly hour wouldn't be easy, not even with his practiced charm.
With a reluctant sigh, he disentangled himself from Xia Bingling. "I should get going," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Qingwu should be returning soon."
Xia Bingling understood. A flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes, quickly replaced by a knowing smile. "Of course," she replied, her voice smooth as silk. "Don't worry, your little secret is safe with me."
A wave of relief washed over Wang Li. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a quick, chaste kiss. "Thank you," he whispered, before slipping out of the room like a phantom.
