Bab 111: Zeng Liuli Meets With Mao Caiwei

Wang Li slipped into her room, the air still heavy with the scent of sandalwood incense. Qingwu lay nestled in the silken sheets, her face serene in slumber. He knelt beside the bed, his gaze lingering on the gentle rise and fall of her chest. There was a captivating calmness about her, a stark contrast to the wild passion that consumed him during his stolen moments with Xiangyi.

A faint smile touched Qingwu's lips as her eyes fluttered open. They met his, a spark of recognition igniting within them. Without a word, she reached out for him, her touch a silent invitation.