The wedding at the Imperial Palace is about to be held, but who exactly will stop their carriage now?
Ye Lingyue made a silencing gesture and slowly lifted the curtain of the carriage, with the Star Saliva Dagger ready in hand.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind poured in, Ye Lingyue hadn't recovered, but her hand was already grabbed. Startled, she attempted to attack.
But just then, a clear and icy fragrance drifted in, and she found herself falling into a broad chest. The heart that had been tense and almost crumpled, calmed down upon smelling that scent.
Caught off guard, her teeth were easily pried open by the newcomer, soft and warm, the man's tongue in her mouth, capturing her sweetness, gently nibbling.
Along with the man's breath, Ye Lingyue could feel her heartbeat thundering, one beat after another.
It wasn't until he had completely stolen her breath and scent that the man let go of Ye Lingyue.
