"Because I don't want to be merely an old friend."
"But we're destined to have no future together," Su Qingwan said, drawing a deep breath.
Zhao Feng said nothing more. He simply stared at her until Su Qingwan could no longer bear his piercing gaze and turned her head away.
"It seems I'll have to stamp that seal a little deeper today." Zhao Feng's voice was slightly hoarse.
Su Qingwan's ears instantly turned scarlet, and even her neck flushed a pale pink. She abruptly raised her head and reached out to push him away, embarrassed and angry. "You-" But she never finished.
Zhao Feng's kiss had already fallen, sealing her cherry-red lips.
Su Qingwan's delicate body trembled violently. She desperately tried to struggle, but her whole body had gone weak, leaving her powerless in Zhao Feng's tight embrace.
Moonlight spilled through the window lattice, falling over them like scattered silver, just as it had back on Kentla Mountain.
Su Qingwan's eyelashes trembled fiercely. At last, the hand she had extended to push him away stopped. Her fingers curled slightly, then slowly, unconsciously, caught his collar.
Only after a long while did they part.
"Zhao Feng, this is the last time I'll allow you to do anything improper to me." Su Qingwan's beautiful eyes were moist.
"If we ever meet again, you must observe proper decorum, or I..."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll never see you again." Her voice regained its coolness.
With that, Su Qingwan put away the Mustard Seed Pouch, glanced back at him with a look that stole his breath, and drifted away.
The beauty was gone, leaving only her lingering fragrance.
"Su Qingwan, you won't escape." Zhao Feng's eyes grew slightly cold.
Su Qingwan's struggle to get away was not merely because she had taken religious vows. As