The familiar scent of dragon incense washed over her. Wen Shiqing instinctively grabbed at the lapels of the man’s robes, only to look up and meet the taut, defined jawline of Shen Heting.
For a split second, she assumed she was hallucinating, a symptom of the potent drug coursing through her veins. He was supposed to be far away in the Capital; how could he possibly be here?
"Jiuge?"
Chapter 117