The hibiscus curtains were soft, and the warm jade breathed fragrance.
Lin Bai sat casually before the table, his back to the bed behind the gauze curtains. He lifted the wine cup on the table to his lips and took a small sip.
Immediately afterward, he heard a sound behind him. His peripheral vision involuntarily glanced over, and he saw a long, jade-white leg step down from the bed behind the gauze curtains.
Madam Qianrou descended from the bed, covering her chest with one hand and a gauze cloth. Most of her snow-white skin was exposed, and her graceful, willowy figure made it difficult to look away.
With light steps, she raised her jade hand and lifted the gauze curtain. Swaying three times with every step, she walked toward Lin Bai. Before she even drew near, the faint fragrance rushing into his nose made his bones go soft.
An incomparable beauty and peerless seductive arts made it impossible to pull oneself free.
Just as Lin Bai was about to sink into the gentle embrace, a sudden strange noise came from outside the room, instantly snapping him awake.
It was the sound of armor scraping against armor, along with the hum of blades and swords slicing through the air.
As a martial artist—especially one like Lin Bai, who had spent the first half of his life fighting for survival—he was far too familiar with armor, blades, and swords.
He reined in his horse at the edge of the cliff, steadied his mind, and began shifting his attention away from Madam Qianrou, looking instead toward the dark night beyond the window lattice.
"Rest assured, Lang Qianrou. If Lang Zhirong is willing, I am willing to serve at your side for the rest of my life. I will never have a second thought,