「The next day.」
As soon as Jiang Xinli opened her eyes, she found herself looking into a pair of icy blue eyes tinged with a faint smile.
"Awake?" Xuan Ying's cool, crisp voice held a newfound gentleness. "Are you feeling any better?"
"This... We..." Jiang Xinli's lips parted, her face flushing red then paling.
Countless frantic images of ice and fire entwined all night flooded her mind.
She was stunned for a moment, instinctively wanting to push the man away and leap out of bed.
The next second, however, her hand went to her aching lower back, and she froze. "Where are my clothes?"
'Wait...'
'It seems...'
Jiang Xinli recalled a few more scenes, so embarrassed she wished she could find a snake hole to crawl into.
