Early the next morning, Lin Mu slowly awoke from his slumber, looked at Man Luo who was already awake beside him, and smiled, a unique taste in the air. Last night's passion still echoed in his mind, making him get up late; the wild night was truly exhausting!
Man Luo looked at Lin Mu, all her previous arrogance gone, as if Lin Mu's conquest of her last night had washed away all of her pride.
"You're awake!" Lin Mu said.
"You should leave!" Man Luo said somewhat coldly, dressing as she spoke.
"Hey, girl, was last night good?" Lin Mu grinned.
Man Luo recalled the night's passion; she did enjoy it, but she still felt awkward. She was an assassin, someone who shouldn't have feelings; yet Man Luo couldn't seem to forget the tenderness of that night.
Indeed, she was an assassin, but first and foremost, she was a woman! So, she had to make this man stay away from her; only by staying away could she try to forget him and forget everything.
