He had relaxed too soon.
Yuhua left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her, but Yuzhen did not leave the bed.
That barely perceptible fragrance seemed to draw ever nearer, nearer...
No!
Jiang Wang's eyes flew open!
A tiny sachet hanging before him was hooked back by a jade-like little finger.
Yuzhen was still leaning against the head of the bed, keeping a measured distance as she looked down at him.
At some point, she had removed that Bodhi Mask.
Those soul-stealing eyes of hers, those full red lips that seemed to burn with flame, were now laid clearly before his eyes.
Her red lips blazed like fire, and the corners of her mouth still held a teasing smile.
Between his eyes and hers hung a smooth white hand. Its slightly curved little finger was like a jade hook, from which the exquisite sachet dangled and swayed softly.
So that ever-nearing fragrance had come from this...
What Yuzhen, what nun, what pure, natural, gentle, tranquil—she had always loved tormenting people like this!
The woman's voice was languid now, like that of a tired kitten.
"Don't you have anything to say?" she asked.
Jiang Wang thought for a moment, then gritted out, "Get down!"
Bang!
Jiang Wang lay down on the floor with decisive efficiency.
Lying there, he glared furiously at the woman sitting on the bed.
Yuzhen patted away dust that did not exist on her hands and sneered. "You seem to have forgotten whose bed this is. Reflect on yourself properly for the night."
Jiang Wang snapped, "Once my injuries improve, I will surely... mmph!"
Something soft, warm, and yielding slammed fiercely into him.
His lips were sealed, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe.
Instinctively, he tried to push away the woman who had suddenly pounced