Truly and utterly, there was nothing at all.
"How could this be... How could this be..."
The firelight shone on her skin, as white as jade, and melted away at once, like silent tear tracks.
At that moment, Wang Xian had actually fallen asleep.
His handsome face was breathtakingly beautiful. He let the woman before him stroke him, marvel over him, and cry out in frustration and confusion.
Time and space seemed to have gone awry. The woman before him was like a wisp of wind brushing over an icy lake, unable to stir the slightest ripple.
There was a beauty and fine wine, yet Wang Xian seemed to have passed out drunk at that very moment.
The god of fate had closed a door, shutting him away from all the joy.
To Ji Yaoguang, it was as if the watch drum had sounded. The revelry had yet to begin, but the young man beside her had already collapsed in a drunken stupor.
Three cups of spirit wine had gone down, and she was even more drunk.
The young man before her was like a thorny rose in her hands. A beauty stood right before him, yet he was too unfortunate to enjoy her.
"Are you afraid I have thorns?"
"Or were you born with some affliction?"
"I finally worked up the nerve, and you turned into a thorny rose. You're stabbing me right in the heart!"
Ji Yaoguang's heart was pierced. Her brows drew together as she looked at Wang Xian in her arms and shook her head. "Or do you have some secret you're afraid people will discover, so you've shielded yourself?"
"What an idiot! You think you're the only one who wants to get her hands on him?"
Sleeping soundly, Wuyue smiled with delight. Wang Xian's predicament