The night granted Ying Jing the right to be lively, but she only wished to sleep her way to Wen Fucheng.
The tangling and ambiguous atmosphere wove its way through every corner of the study.
Beads of sweat seeped through their skin.
Ying Jing whimpered like a little kitten, pleading for mercy.
The big gray wolf carried the little white rabbit, curling up in the wolf's den, its paw gently gliding over its trembling body, sending waves of tingling shivers like an electric current flowing through the blood.
"Dare to mess with me again?"
Ying Jing leaned softly against his chest, like a fish out of water.
A faint blush spread from the corners of her eyes.
Her small hands tightly gripped his sleeve.
Under his patient guidance, that delicate flower bloomed with a shattered beauty.
Ying Jing's mischievous heart didn't relent.
"I dare."
The man wasn't surprised by her answer.
This was the Ying Jing he loved.
Once she decided, she would forge ahead without hesitation.
