Yan Lingji's slender, jade-white hand traced an elegant arc. A strange pink flame flickered at her fingertip as she reached toward Zhao Linchuan's chest, gently tapping at him as if performing a dance move.
Just as her fingertip was about to touch his clothes—
A warm, powerful hand appeared out of thin air, as if it had seen this coming, and seized her slender wrist!
The grip was neither too light nor too tight, yet it was enough to stop her from advancing another inch.
Yan Lingji's dance came to an abrupt halt. The misty allure in her eyes was instantly replaced by a flash of shock and alarm.
She raised her head and met Zhao Linchuan's gaze. His eyes were deep as the night sky, yet now they held a knowing smile.
Zhao Linchuan gazed into her slightly flustered eyes and gently shook his head, reciting in a soft voice:
"Everyone says the peony is the fairest flower in the land, its blooms stirring the capital..."
His gaze burned as he looked at her.
"But after seeing a hundred flowers in all their captivating beauty..."
"In the end... none can match a wisp of the plum blossom's soul."
"None can match the plum blossom, after seeing a hundred flowers...?" Yan Lingji repeated softly, instinctively turning the poem over in her mind.
Then she suddenly realized what he meant. Alarm flashed in her eyes as she said:
"You... You didn't fall for my Fire Charm Technique?!"
"That's impossible!"
She had absolute confidence in her power of seduction. Paired with her special incense and carefully choreographed Charm Dance, it had never failed.
Zhao Linchuan merely smiled without answering. In his deep eyes, moonlight and her astonished face were reflected.
The hand holding Yan Lingji's wrist tightened slightly and drew her forward.