He seemed like a Victorious General, controlling the captives under his command.
Lin Jingsheng looked at his features, over the years, it seemed as though he had never truly taken a good look at them, carrying a hint of sadness and calmness. Actually, whatever he wanted to do to him, he could.
"If these mere flesh and bones of mine can secure the loyalty of the Gu Family and the followers of Dean Guh, it would be worthwhile."
He leaned slightly against the wooden bed, his ink-colored eyes shimmering, with a beauty that couldn't be put into words, enchanting to the heart. Chu Lin's chest heaved violently, flames burned in his eyes, wanting to consume everything around them, each inch of that scorching temperature scorching one another. Suddenly, Chu Lin grasped his chin, "Ah Sheng, if it were Mu Liang or Lu Bai, would you also not refuse?"
Lin Jingsheng smiled like a blooming flower, unmatched in elegance, with a heart-wrenching color in his eyes, "Yes."
