Fang Mo's fingers paused for a moment at Nian Nu'er's waist, then resumed their roguish wandering.
He didn't look up at the roof. He didn't even shift his posture, remaining the same debauched playboy, lost in the Gentle Township.
But his senses had already spread silently outward like a rising tide.
Still Water Mirror, activate.
Through layers of gauze curtains and the thick nanmu beams, he detected an exceedingly faint presence.
The person had their breathing perfectly under control. Their heartbeat was as slow as if they were hibernating, and their breaths were so long and faint as to be almost nonexistent.
They clung to the glazed tiles on the roof like a gecko, peering through a tiny gap they'd opened just moments ago to watch everything happening inside.
Whose man is this? If something happens to me, Lei Heng is the likeliest suspect. He shouldn't be stupid enough to make a move against me now, Fang Mo thought with a cold sneer.
"Sir, aren't you afraid?" Nian Nu'er lay against Fang Mo's chest, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. Her alluring eyes glimmered with amusement. "If he sees us like this, won't it ruin your reputation?"
"Reputation?" Fang Mo scoffed, his hand sliding down her back. "What reputation does this humble Fang still have? Greedy, lustful, a ruthless official and a vicious lackey—doesn't everyone in the Divine Capital know that already?"
Though he said as much, his gaze gradually darkened.
Since you've come, don't even think about leaving.
In the next instant, Fang Mo, who had been lounging on the bed, shot up like an arrow released from a fully drawn bow.
Boom!
He didn't go through the door or open the window. Instead, he smashed straight through the carved window lattice.
As splinters flew, an