Femme Fatale

When Yan Zheke finished listening to Lou Cheng's account, she was going to question herself if her tone really was as proud and as happy when she brought up her boyfriend as her mother claimed, and to sigh that the empress truly was a skilled veteran who couldn't be compared by the likes of common people such as them. However, the last question made her fall silent instead.

Beneath the illumination of the street lamps, she looked past the hair on the temples sideways while her arms were propped on top of Lou Cheng's shoulders. As she watched half of his face from an angle that was different from norm, and sensed the restless footsteps transmitting from the steady body beneath her, she pursed her lips and said,