Jiang Yue nodded blankly. Of course, she had heard such stories—whether at home or at the Marquis Manor, the tales told by storytellers in plays were always a popular topic on every street corner.
He had been waiting for that nod.
Xiao Yunsheng leaned in, lowering his head slowly. He had never imagined that the hands he used to wield spears and swords could gently brush through a woman’s hair. Compared to his own sluggishness, his body was already surging with a desire as thick as the night—a desire that only reacted to her.
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