The air of romance under the iron locust tree grew heavy, and an intimate atmosphere spread between them like a sticky web.
He was a Martial Artist brimming with virility. She was a peerless beauty as succulent as a ripe peach. It was a tinderbox of passion, and their last shred of reason was about to be incinerated beyond control.
"My lord! An urgent message from the Public Security Bureau!"
Just then, the voice of the steward, Li Da, suddenly echoed from the front courtyard. "The Public Security Bureau requests your immediate presence!"
Hearing the approaching footsteps, the two people locked in a tight embrace on the stone bench sprang apart as if electrocuted.
Lin Wanzhu frantically straightened her disheveled clothes, her usually cool and detached face now so red it looked as if it might bleed.
