The moonlight surged darkly, the snow outside continued to fall, the chill grew stronger, and even the starlight appeared particularly sparse.
Inside the hall, the heat waves brushed against Wei Fengyuan's fingers, which were turning blue from the cold. Snowflakes fell silently, creating dark water stains on the ground. His black robe was already dampened, yet when he looked at Shen Jin, a scorching fire burned in his eyes.
Too hot.
And caught unprepared.
Shen Jin dared not meet his gaze, her body was inconvenient, her mind a tangled mess. She hurriedly left behind two words, "at your convenience," and went to the washroom to change her blood-stained nightclothes and put on her menstrual belt.
After tidying up, she tightened her belt, her breath halted in her throat.
Shen Jin leaned against the door, took a long time to gradually strip away the complex emotions, composed herself, and then stepped out.
The man still stood there, hadn't moved around.
