The next day.
Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, spilling into the room and spreading a warm golden layer across the floor.
The light fell across the round table, illuminating the wine glasses left untidied from last night. The wine remaining in them refracted tiny glimmers beneath the sun, shimmering with brilliant colors.
On the bed, the brocade quilt lay in disarray, and the air was filled with an indescribable, intimate atmosphere.
The Great Master of Fate lay on her side beside Zhao Linchuan, her body slightly curled like a thoroughly satisfied cat.
Tearstains still lingered at the corners of her eyes. Un-dried droplets clung to her long lashes, and a faint flush remained on her cheeks.
Her cold, beautiful face was now full of languor and contentment. She seemed less sharp and more tenderly alluring.
There was no denying that the Great Master of Fate had an absolutely "satisfying" figure and face.
So much so that Zhao Linchuan had spent the entire night playing "Soul Master matches" with her.
From the bed to the window, from the window to the bathroom, then from the bathroom back to the bed—they had moved from one "arena" to another, changing venues more times than he could count.
Only when the horizon began to pale did he finally let her go, still wanting more.
Now he lay flat on his back, gazing at the canopy, feeling refreshed and invigorated.
Just then—
[ Ding! ]
The familiar system notification sounded in his ear.
[The number of confidantes by the host's side has exceeded five. A special Fate Roulette draw has been awarded.]
[Draw now?]
Zhao Linchuan was slightly taken aback, then felt a surge of delight.
He hadn't expected the Fate Roulette draw opportunity to be triggered this way.
Draw. He silently willed it.