Moonlight flowed like water, spilling over the back mountain of Sky-Mending Pavilion.
A gentle breeze swept by, carrying away the warmth of the grilled meat, but it could not dispel the subtle atmosphere in the air.
Ao Tong slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness returning from that endless abyss of chaos.
What met her gaze was not the cool moonlight, but a handsome, gentle face.
At that moment, she was leaning limply against Ye Xuan. A crisp, pleasant scent lingered at the tip of her nose—the unique fragrance of herbs mixed with a faint trace of wine.
"Awake?"
Ye Xuan looked down at the peerless beauty in his arms, whose eyes were still hazy, and wore a teasing smile.
Ao Tong's body stiffened abruptly.
Memories surged back like a tide. In the illusion, she had trembled beneath Ye Xuan's towering figure, which had seemed as mighty as the Heavenly Dao.
Even now, recalling that feeling of submission from the depths of her soul made her cheeks burn with embarrassment and indignation.
She was the renowned Ancient Double Pupils Woman, who had dominated her era. When had she ever shown such a vulnerable side in front of anyone?
"Whoosh!"
Ao Tong sprang out of Ye Xuan's arms as if she had been shocked.
She hurriedly straightened her slightly disheveled gray robe, turning her back to him. She didn't dare look him in the eye.
"Sister Ao Tong, what were you dreaming about just now? Why is your face so red?"
Ye Xuan's teasing voice drifted over. "Could it be that you already fulfilled our Hundred Year Agreement in your dream?"
"You... you're talking nonsense!"
Ao Tong turned around sharply, forcing herself to stay calm. She put on a stern expression, trying to maintain her aloof image.
"I just... the Monkey Wine