Watching the silhouette enter the bathroom, Qin Fan felt his mouth go dry. He was a man, a vigorous one at that. Given that he was alone with a woman in a hotel suite, it would be pure nonsense to say he wasn't having any ideas. However, this was also spurred by Jiang Yino telling him to go in. Had she remained asleep, Qin Fan might not have entertained such wicked thoughts.
SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! As the sound of the shower started in the bathroom, Qin Fan trembled. His breathing grew ragged as his heart began to pound. Although he had been with countless women during his centuries on the Cangqiong Continent, he couldn't help but feel a thrill as if it were his first time.
Exhaling deeply, Qin Fan turned away from the bathroom and walked over to the suite's balcony. He stood there, more than twenty stories up, letting the cold wind whip against him. He gazed toward the grand courtyard that symbolized the pinnacle of power in Jinling, a coldness spreading across his face.
