TAP, TAP—
Moving ever so lightly, the tendon in the arch of her jade foot tensed, each step landing precisely in the hazy moonlight. The skin on the soles of her feet appeared exceptionally pale and tender, the slender veins beneath faintly visible.
In Mo Li's eyes, Su Bei's face was reflected. She parted her red lips slightly, gently biting a finger.
Her silver hair cascaded down, outlining her perfect curves.
Then she gently untied the sash, and the pale moon-colored fabric slipped to the ground, landing in a patch of shadow.
Mo Li gazed at the person before her, at his handsome brows and eyes. From her jade hand, she drew a dagger that shone menacingly under the moon.
"Master, how could you have become like this?"
"Why be so gentle? Why be so gentle to everyone?"
She reached out her bare hand, gently stroking his face. Su Bei's furrowed brows seemed to stir an unpleasant memory within her.
