The smoke of battle had stretched from afternoon into dusk before finally drifting away. The setting sun was red as blood, spilling through the mottled lattice windows and into the room.
"Mm—"
Na Nali slowly woke. Her consciousness drifted back from the chaos, and she first let out a soft murmur before slowly sitting up, stretching herself to her heart's content, as though embracing the endless spring light.
"So this is to be my partner from now on?"
Her gaze fell on Nan Fusheng without meaning to, and her thoughts instantly grew complicated. Though their union had been made with ulterior motives, she had to admit that, in a certain sense, she already belonged to this man.
She might be an Evil Soul Master, but she was still an untouched young woman! As for her first time, it was only natural that she had attached an indescribable importance and cherishing to it.
"But he's very handsome, and his talent is excellent too. I suppose it isn't much of a loss."
Na Nali pondered inwardly, her gaze never leaving Nan Fusheng's sleeping face. She slowly reached out and gently stroked his cheek, the sensation of her fingertips gliding over his skin making her tremble faintly, as if an electric current had passed through her.
"You're awake. Was it comfortable?" A lazy yet strangely penetrating voice suddenly sounded in the room. Na Nali's hand froze in midair, her movement stopping dead. Her heart tightened sharply, as though an invisible hand had clenched it tight.
She turned around in a panic and saw Fors sitting calmly on the sofa in one corner of the room. Her face was as calm as still water, without a ripple or wave, yet in those deep eyes there seemed to be endless secrets and power hidden away,