He withdrew his hand.
He knew that tomorrow was the Aptitude Test.
"If I have high aptitude," he vowed silently to the sleeping figure, "I will become powerful. I will become so powerful that no one, not the Innkeeper, not the Sect Elders, not the Heavens, can tell me I cannot share a room with you."
He closed his eyes, listening to the rhythm of her breath, and finally, amidst the torment of desire and the peace of proximity, the Villain fell asleep.
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Even though they fell asleep, the dream Wangchen saw didn't get a chance to last long as Lin Ji'an woke him up and dragged him out of the inn.
The night sky above the Cloud-Piercing Peak was a tapestry of velvet and diamonds, but it paled in comparison to the galaxy of lights that had erupted on the streets of the Outer City.
"Come on, Little Puddle! Move your legs!"
Lin Ji'an stood at the entrance of the Night Market, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a child on a sugar high.
