Zhou Heng didn't linger, his figure leaping up and fleeing in the blink of an eye.
Just a few minutes later, he was back at the inn, pushing open the door to his room. Dozens of candles lit the space, casting a soft glow that seemed to wash away his murderous aura, instantly bringing clarity to his mind and spirit.
"Back already?" Xiao Huoshui's voice came lazily, sweet and irresistible as if squeezed from honey.
Zhou Heng approached and saw the seductive woman lying in a lounge chair, her body curled up like a small cat, covered by a thin blanket that perfectly outlined her stunning figure.
He remembered she had said she didn't wear clothes when she slept!
Zhou Heng couldn't help but feel his heart stir—beneath that thin blanket was her bare, wondrous body?
