The night stretched across the sky.
Outside, there seemed to be a wind rising; the usual distant clouds were swallowed up, the wind becoming fiercer, slapping against the windows.
Without thinking, one knew how cold it was outside now.
Yet, the room seemed to become unusually sultry because of her arrival.
The air seemed to be steaming, slowly evaporating his soaking wet reasoning.
Lu Xiao clenched his fists, and when he looked at her again, he bit his teeth and said, "Do you think all men will like you? That all want to sleep with you?"
Wen Xian heard the sarcasm in his words, yet she didn't care, her burning gaze fixed on him: "What if they do? But I only want to sleep, with you."
Only want, to, sleep, with, you.
Only you.
Captain!
Lu Xiao's pupils suddenly constricted, his long oppressed eyes tinged with a hint of crimson.