She whispered a sentence in his ear.
Then she took a step backward, leaning against the wall, "I want to watch."
Xie Shang was about to be driven mad by her.
He implored, "Changling."
Wen Changling had no mercy for him, just watching like a Devil King high on his throne, controlling him with eyes calm and clear.
Xie Shang remembered the absurd dream from last night, resigned himself, closed his eyes, and complied, but fully clothed, in front of her.
His neck arched back, the moonlight illuminating his face, the translucent pallor barely covering the redness at the corners of his eyes, the ultimate frigidity and the ultimate brilliance collided at this moment.
*****
Jingan Champs, the most secluded of the three great tea houses in the capital, was the favorite among literati and scholars.
In the Tianzi No. 1 private room on the second floor, there were guests.
"Lawyer Chang, can you arrange for me to meet with Zhou Sheng?"
