A faint tremor passed through Su Muyao's fingers.
For the first time, hesitation crept in.
She had approached him boldly, believing she held the advantage… believing her experience, her maturity, and her understanding of men would ensure she remained in control.
Yet now, standing this close and sensing the overwhelming presence of his towering dragon pillar beneath the thin layers of cloth, she realized something deeply unsettling.
Perhaps she was not the one holding the upper hand after all.
Her eyes slowly lifted to meet Lin Feng's.
The air between them had thickened, charged with something strong and dangerous.
Su Muyao swallowed lightly.
"I don't think you'd want to do this, Lady Su. You might find yourself taking in more than you originally anticipated," Lin Feng said calmly.
His gaze was steady, almost knowing.
With a subtle sweep of his divine sense, he had already brushed against her thoughts.
He now understood everything about her both her past and her present.
