Ning Feiyan, who lay against Baili An's chest, tensed slightly but did not show much reaction.
She hummed nonchalantly, with a nasal tone, and fell silent for a while.
Only then did she slowly lift her chin from his embrace, lazily lifting those lover-like eyes.
During the day, her exceptionally enchanting face appeared even more clearly outlined under the faint moonlight.
Perhaps due to a hint of sickness, the redness at the corner of her eyes then seemed especially pitiable.
She looked at Baili An and said, half in self-mockery and half in ambiguity, "If you don't return Dream Smoke to me now, tonight the one I'll be consuming... might just be you, my lord."
Before Baili An could speak, the hand resting on his knee softly slid upward.
She gently hooked his slender fingers, with a hint of derision in her gaze, "I told you earlier, encountering such matters a second time, your tricks… just might not work anymore."
