If it wasn't lust, then it was theft. He wanted to see just what kind of "not lust, not theft" this was!
Mu Chen waved a hand, a teasing smile curling at the corner of his lips as he headed for his room.
The moment he sat down and pulled the stopper from the bottle, a rich aroma of wine filled the air.
Mu Chen suddenly paused. Hidden within that fragrance was a faint, almost imperceptible scent.
Interesting. He had never had this before!
Meanwhile, in Hancock's bedchamber, Sandersonia paced back and forth anxiously.
"Sister, what if Admiral Mu Chen doesn't drink it?"
"He will," Hancock said. "Because he'll want to know what trick I'm playing."
Hancock gathered up her long hair before the mirror, revealing the graceful line of her neck.
She was extremely confident in herself. Her fingertips brushed over her exposed collarbone, and her lips curved into a victorious smile.
This time, she would win Mu Chen over.
Hancock was full of confidence. After all, no man could endure a woman's provocation. She knew that all too well, especially when that woman was as beautiful as she was.
"Hmph. Whether you're Mu Chen or Thunder, you're the other half of my destiny."
After taking two sips, Mu Chen set down his wineglass. The taste was not bad. Rose-flavored wine was quite novel, but after drinking it, he did not feel anything wrong with his body, much less detect any poison in it. There was nothing at all.
Just as Mu Chen thought Hancock would not resort to any tricks, he suddenly felt the temperature in the cabin rise by several degrees. He loosened his collar, his breathing growing slightly rapid.
At that moment, Mu Chen seemed to realize something.
What the hell is going on?
*Hancock wouldn't