The night was cool as water.
Between breaths, she was completely enveloped in his scent, light and elegantly simple.
Ling Momo found this smell hauntingly familiar.
Due to their recent vigorous activity, a fine layer of sweat had formed on the man's smooth and firm skin, a touch both sensual and lethal.
Ling Momo barely lifted her eyes to look at the face that was mere inches away.
The light in the room was too dim, no matter how hard she furrowed her brows, all she could see were patches of pitch black; she couldn't make out his features at all.
Even though she had been entangled with him in passionate frenzy numerous times, she had no idea what this man actually looked like.
She thought she had fallen for Li Qingshen, and expected to dislike his touch when they were together in that way, but unexpectedly, she was still sinking.
She thought she was truly beyond help.
Bitterness took root in her heart.
