Meng Hao's gaze fell upon Su Lan, and a flicker of disdain passed through his eyes. How shameless can she be? he thought, watching her calm, composed expression. After slipping me an aphrodisiac, she still dares to ask how I'm feeling?
The air was thick with the faint aroma of incense, the lanterns casting a soft golden glow across the intricately decorated room. The silk drapes fluttered slightly with the breeze seeping through the open window, brushing against the walls like whispers.
Yet Meng Hao couldn't deny the temptation that coiled in his chest. Well... how could I refuse a chance like this—something I had secretly longed for myself?
Su Lan stood a few steps away, clad in a silk dress the color of twilight blue, delicate black straps winding around her shoulders and waist like ink-strokes on parchment. Her eyes flickered with hidden thoughts as she studied him, wondering silently, Is the aphrodisiac working yet?
