The wind brushes through the mountains and fields, the stars hanging low.
By the Sword Pond, the two individuals who were supposed to fight to the death remained in a strange stalemate.
Baili An lightly touched his neck bruised from choking, gazing at the delicate face inches away, his eyes half-shaded.
"The Princess is a dignified Empress of the Country of Qin, symbolizing its honor and etiquette. To be lying so frankly and naked on top of a stranger, it is somewhat unbecoming."
"Man?" Although the Princess carried a touch of feminine shyness in her eyes, the corners of her lips curled with an ambiguous hint.
Her heated palm pressed against Baili An's chest wound, with a hint of cruelty, exerting slight pressure, causing cold blood to gush through her fingers.
Her gentle voice carried a strange pity: "Can you really be called a person? Your blood is cold, without a heartbeat, and no..."
A leg of the Princess obediently slipped between the gaps of his legs.
