Wan Meng's cheeks grew slightly hot.
Familiar?
Those days of whispering by the ear and tangled shadows under candlelight suddenly surged back up.
Once, they had been so intimate, knowing each other's breath and body heat by heart, entangled down to the bone.
She also knew full well his length and depth, having studied and practiced all kinds of positions together, matching each other perfectly, with tacit understanding.
But that was all many years ago.
Looking back now, they had truly been young and hot-blooded then, daring to do anything.
"We were involved for a period of time."
Wan Meng answered in a low voice, weighing every word.
She did not dare deceive her Grandmaster.
A faint breeze skimmed across the surface of the pool, rippling the deep, shadowy reflections.
Bai Yaohua, hearing this, gave a soft smile.
