บท 45: The Celestial Maiden's Revenge

Zi Yin woke to the Devil Venerable staring down at him in the bedroom his brow furrowed, deep in thought. Zi Yin flinched hard, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Zhan Sheng's face was cold and pensive, his unruly hair tumbling down his sides in waves. Zi Yin stared at the fiery orb in the middle of Zhan Sheng's forehead blazed with a deep, intense red, like a glowing ember at the heart of a fire.

The rich, musky scent of mulled wine filled the air, a tantalizing fusion of warm spices and succulent fruit. Zhan Sheng's alpha scent wafted into the room, making Zi Yin feel slightly lightheaded.