In the hall, red candles shone brightly, filling the air with a festive mood.
The beautiful assassin, having finished their shared bath, carried Zhang Bin back and laid him gently on the bed. She began to tend to him shyly, with exceptional tenderness and patience, as if he were her own lover.
Finally, she mounted him. With an enchanting glimmer in her bewitching eyes, she said coquettishly, "Becoming your woman might not be a good thing, you know. I'll ask you one more time: are you willing to prescribe medicine for my treatment?"
"Once you're my woman, I'll naturally treat you," Zhang Bin said with a wicked smile.
"If that's the case, I will be your woman. But you mustn't regret it later," the beautiful assassin said softly.
"Me? Regret it? That's the joke of the century!" Zhang Bin's laughter grew even more sinister.
The beautiful assassin gave Zhang Bin a very peculiar look, and then… a beautiful spring descended upon the hall.
