Su Lang's breathing fell into disarray, and so did his heart. He held the young woman captive-or perhaps she was the one holding him captive.
Silver ripples shimmered, the water swaying into glittering waves.
The ink-black hair at Su Lang's temples was already soaked.
Tears glistened in the young woman's eyes as she gazed at him, innocent and hazy with intoxication. Su Lang nearly drowned in that gaze.
Through the steaming mist, Su Lang felt as though he had fallen among the clouds, almost unable to pull himself away.
I want to sink into this forever...
Su Lang fought to keep his reason, his breathing unsteady. His junior sister was still drunk. Taking advantage of her vulnerability was not the way of a gentleman he upheld.
Just as her teasing nearly drove Su Lang beyond control, the young woman actually fell asleep against his shoulder? Droplets clung to her long lashes, though he could not tell whether they were spring water or tears.
And here I thought she was so bold. Still, only when she fell asleep could she settle down a little.
Su Lang carried the young woman ashore and gently dried her long hair.
The young woman slept sweetly.
Resting his chin on his hand, Su Lang watched her for a long time, then pressed a kiss between her brows.
He could not describe what he felt. His chest ached and swelled.
When Ning Xiang woke, she glanced at the clothes draped over her. Senior Brother's? They even have his uniquely crisp green-bamboo scent.
Remembering how she had drunkenly teased Senior Brother last night, Ning Xiang's thoughts tumbled into chaos.
Senior Brother's footsteps sounded outside. He deliberately kept them light, but Ning Xiang recognized them anyway.
She flopped back down in a flash. I'm still asleep!
How could