Passion had erupted as suddenly as a volcano, and like a volcanic eruption, it had turned heaven and earth dark...
Some said love knew no age. Zhang Tie had never felt much about that saying before, but now he thought it was true.
With Yan Feiqing, Zhang Tie truly had not felt any gap brought about by their difference in age. In fact, at the time, the question of Yan Feiqing's age had never even crossed his mind. He felt that she was no different from his other women. She possessed all the vitality and charm of a young, beautiful woman. And perhaps because she was a Phantom Knight, Yan Feiqing's vigor and heat surpassed even Linda and the others'.
In Yan Feiqing, Zhang Tie felt the girlish innocence and immaturity he had once felt in Beverly and Pandora. Yet he also felt in her the mature, seductive allure he had only experienced with Linda and Lady Olina. She was a rare treasure—a peerless rare treasure.
Some men could even accept inflatable girlfriends. If a man was with a woman like this and still cared about age, then he was either a hypocrite or an idiot.
Yan Feiqing had once been an iceberg, but now she was an erupting volcanic crater. This woman's passion and ardor were like blazing lava, endless and inexhaustible, melting ice and snow—and dissolving Zhang Tie into a searing inferno.
Zhang Tie could no longer remember how many times he had erupted before he finally cooled Yan Feiqing's volcano, at least temporarily.
Having gone more than two weeks without sleep, Zhang Tie finally felt a trace of weariness after putting out Yan Feiqing's volcano. He drifted off in a haze. Yet just before he fell asleep, in that instant when his mind turned clear, a thought