Guang Xuanji hugged his back, her fragrant breath whispering in his ear. At her words, Lin Yun laughed heartily, swept Guang Xuanji into his arms, and headed for the room.
A cold smile touched the corners of Guang Xuanji's lips. 'All men really are the same,' she thought. 'Not a single one isn't driven by lust. So what if Lin Yun is the top disciple of the Flawless Palace? He's still just a lecher.'
He tossed Guang Xuanji onto the bed, a wicked smile fixed on his face. But to Guang Xuanji, that wicked smile now seemed utterly lecherous.
Pinning her down, their eyes met. Lin Yun smiled and said, "Miss Xiaoqing, I wonder how many men have fallen for your beauty?"
"You jest, Young Master Lin," Guang Xuanji replied. "Though I may be a woman of the pleasure houses, I'm not as depraved as you might think."
"Oh? So, you're saying I've truly earned your favor today, Miss Xiaoqing?" Lin Yun asked.
