At the dead of night, the world was utterly silent. In the mountain forest, only the sound of rushing wind broke the stillness. Inside this small camp tent, it seemed as though even the drop of a pin could be heard. With every step Chen Yi took closer, Min Ning involuntarily retreated a step.
Min Ning had always known of his lustful nature.
Most believed the rumors about Chen Qianhu frequenting brothels and recreational boats were exaggerated, thinking his past compromises were but temporary. Yet any woman who mattered to him knew he was deeply driven by desire, his very core dictated by carnal impulses, as if the lower corpse refused to be severed.
And now, under this boundless darkness, her eyes caught Chen Yi staring unblinkingly at her, his intentions bare and unmistakable. She shivered, forcing herself to grip the sword's hilt tightly. In this moment, she longed for the days when Chen Yi was simply her subordinate.
The past was better, but it was gone forever.
