"Wen Shu, you see..."
Buck turned his head just as Wen Shu had already taken a bulging package from Luo Fei's hand.
She nodded to Buck as a signal and walked alone into the Queen's bedchamber.
Layer upon layer of gauzy curtains hung overhead, completely obscuring the scene within the hall.
Wen Shu looked straight ahead, walking directly closer. Just as her wrist pushed aside the curtain, a wall of flesh holding a cup of water crashed toward her.
Her shoulder became soaked, the high temperature bringing a searing pain.
She covered the wound, stepping back half a pace, suppressing her temper, and looked at the one who bumped into her.
It was a tall male, his skin pale as paper, his hair and eyes the same shade of light gray, even his clothing was layers of gray gauze.
At first glance, his entire self appeared dim and bleak, but that handsome face and his indifferently noble aura were hard to ignore.
