Placing it into a jade box, handing it to Ye Meng, he said, "You better keep it well, from today onwards, in this life and the next, you won't escape."
Ye Meng accepted the jade box, so shocked she stuttered, "Young master, isn't this lock of hair... ceremony meant for the official wife? This... this..."
Fang Che smiled, covering her lips with his own, murmuring softly, "Sil...ly..."
Ye Meng suddenly felt as if her entire body was floating.
Her head was muddled, unable to think of anything, almost suffocating, and finally, when they parted, she felt as though her whole body was about to collapse.
Not a trace of strength left.
Breathing heavily in large gulps.
Her eyes seemed dreamy, sparkling like starlight.
Fang Che said softly, "The arrow is on the string... will you undress yourself, or should I help you...?"
Ye Meng had no response, staring at him in a daze, not saying a word.
Clearly, her mind was muddled.
Fang Che sighed, it seemed this silly girl had fainted.
