He had seen far too many traps like this... The more beautiful something was, the more dangerous it was. He had understood that truth since childhood.
But at this moment, he did not even have the strength to move a finger.
The former spark had vanished from his face, leaving him pale and exhausted.
If the eyes beneath that strip of black cloth were uncovered now, they would surely be hollow and unfocused, like two dried-up wells.
Drawing in the woman's fragrance, Wang Xian muttered, "You... what do you want?"
In a flash, he thought of that night by the lake.
Just like the woman before him, Bao Xiaoqin had wanted his body.
She had stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the bed, and then... like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she had cursed him for an entire day and night.
She called him a beast, said he was not a man, said he was worse than an animal.
But Wang Xian knew that Bao Xiaoqin had not been cursing him. She had been cursing herself.
Wang Xian sighed softly and tried to lift his head to look upward.
The soft curves were like immortal mountains in a painting, especially alluring beneath the dim yellow lamplight.
Yet he was powerless all over and could only let out a faint sigh.
Who in this world could come save his life at a time like this?
Bao Xiaoqin? She had already left. Tang Feng? That heartless bastard was probably dead drunk in some tavern by now.
After thinking it over, he could not come up with a third person in Sunset City who would save him.
Ye Hongxiu smiled faintly.
Her high-pinned hair came loose in an instant, black locks cascading down like a waterfall over her fragrant