Rain battered the plantains; wind stirred the lotus leaves...
What did "withered blossoms and fallen willows" mean?
Zhou Heng stared at the ceiling. The decorations were lavish, the materials exquisite—knock off any piece at random, and an ordinary family could live without worry for the rest of their lives.
He had lain there with his eyes open for a long time, yet his thoughts still refused to return.
How long had it been since the last time someone forced herself on him? It seemed as distant as something from a previous life!
The first time in his life had been when An Yumei, poisoned by an aphrodisiac, had "taken" him. Back then, their realms had been far too different. He had resisted, but she had still gotten her way! Though he had avenged himself soon afterward, for a proud man, being forced like that was hardly a pleasant memory.
Yet now, he had been forced again!
He had resisted too—fiercely—but it had been useless. The "brute" was simply far stronger than him. Unless he could immediately bring out the Black Sword and unleash the Heaven-Soaring Nine Styles!
Essence Stone Source Liquid?
What damn use was that!
It only increased defense, not strength. If he was going to be taken, he was still going to be taken!
Why was he the one being forced?
Did he really look that much like a pretty boy?
Zhou Heng was utterly lost. The whole process had actually been rather thrilling, but what gave him an even greater sense of guilt was that she was Liu Yun'er's mother! Wouldn't it be unbearably awkward when he saw that girl again?
Should that girl call him godfather, or her mother's lover?
Godfather sounded too old, while her mother's lover sounded far too awful!
"You're incredible. Last night