Next, there was another pressing matter to resolve.
Ning Xiang looked around at the three men. "You're all gentlemen, so you'll let me have the only bed, won't you?"
Mingyuan gazed at Ning Xiang, his deep-set eyes and brows like lofty mountains and fathomless seas. He usually wore black, cutting a striking, handsome figure, but dressed in red today, he was even more breathtaking. The powerful, domineering aura radiating from him made Ning Xiang... rather tempted.
Then she looked at Senior Brother. He had always possessed an elegant, noble grace, refined and handsome. Now, dressed in a scarlet bridal gown, the suggestive, hazy light lent a touch of misty allure to his otherwise ethereal features.
The layers upon layers of his bridal gown covered Senior Brother tightly, but didn't that only make him more tempting to sin against? Ning Xiang desperately wanted to peel off his clothes and watch him lose control, unable to bear it.
Ning Xiang suddenly felt a little thirsty.
She took a step back, only to bump into Yu Tingchao's arms.
The young man carried a pleasant, refreshing scent.
Ning Xiang instinctively looked up and met a pair of tender, affectionate eyes. Even the tiny mole at the corner of his eye seemed a deeper red.
Wasn't he far too bewitching?
Ning Xiang was utterly spellbound. She covered her nose, afraid she might disgrace herself with a nosebleed.
She felt a little dizzy, her mouth and lips dry.
Could she be suffering from excess internal heat?
Seeing that the bed had been commandeered, Ning Xiang wanted to pull them off it, but she lacked the courage of a bear and the guts of a leopard.
After thinking it over, she decided the palace was spacious enough and conjured up her own luxurious, soft bed.
Hmph! Those