Alas... it seems the effects of the medicine haven't worn off yet.
No, no, this is all an illusion, just as form is emptiness and emptiness is form.
"Speak, what are your conditions?" She quickly steadied her mind, averted her gaze, and asked again with feigned indifference.
"You're in such a hurry?" Bo Fengheng's pupils slightly constricted as he suddenly stood up and started advancing towards her step by step.
He must have bathed after coming back, his body carrying a pleasant and fresh scent. She wondered what brand of shower gel he used, why was it so tempting?
Mu Yin thought chaotically, but unconsciously, she was cornered to the wall by him; his tall and straight figure blocked the floor lamp behind, nearly shrouding her in the dim light.
It was very quiet around, with only the sound of their erratic breathing, and his warm breath sprinkled down on her, so ambiguous it was unbearable.
