AN: Taking a day off. See you Sunday. Happy reading.
Han Xin's muscles tensed up at her words with a mix of frustration and something else he couldn't quite identify. The tension between them was palpable, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath.
Earlier on he had been standing in the dimly lit passageway, his eyes fixed on Peng Xiu through the gap of the open door. He was prepared to uncover a major conspiracy but he didn't expect her to be confronting the madam.
There was something about the way she carried herself, a blend of grace and authority, that made it impossible for him to look away. Her voice, calm yet commanding, filled the room as she spoke, and Han Xin found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
He found himself following the movement of her fingers toying with the blue and white porcelain cat on the table, her movements deliberate and precise.
