Wu Ming's Inner Thoughts

The collar of Wu Ming's dark red casual dress had loosened slightly as the Golden Crow's body heat continued to rise, revealing one rounded shoulder and an old scar beneath her collarbone.

Her posture was far more relaxed than when she had first entered.

One leg was tucked up on the couch, while the other dangled over its edge. Her skirt had ridden up several inches, exposing the hollow of her knee and a small stretch of thigh.

Her calf swung between the top of her boot and the hem of her skirt, and an exceedingly fine golden pattern glimmered around her ankle...

That was the light of the Golden Crow martial soul's heat radiating through her skin as it circulated within her body.

"Senior, you've had too much to drink." Lin Ciyan reached for the wine cup in her hand.

"Don't take it." Wu Ming drew her hand back and curled deeper into the couch's backrest, yet those hazy golden eyes of hers continued to stare at him brightly.

She bit her lip, then seemed to make up her mind.

With a bang, she set the wine cup on the table and pushed herself up from the couch.

She was half a head shorter than him. Once she stood, the top of her head reached just below his brows.

She took half a step forward. Her dark red skirt swayed gently with the motion, and her boots landed on the wooden floor with a steady sound.

She raised her right hand and placed it against his chest...

Even through his moon-white robe, the heat of her palm was astonishing.

In her slightly drunken state, the Golden Crow martial soul's body temperature had completely slipped free of its usual control, scorching like a tiny sun pressed against his heart.

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