Sang Luo frowned. Before she could utter a word of mockery, Sha lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss, forcing her words back down her throat.
"Mmph—How dare you…" she gasped, stunned.
'This is Qingqiu!'
A vast, ink-blue mist billowed out from behind Sha, enveloping the entire space and the two of them within it.
When the mist dissipated, the scene before Sang Luo's eyes had changed. Gone was the simple, elegant cottage, replaced by a magnificent, shadowy palace. She was no stranger to this place; she knew exactly where she was.
The bed was carved from a single, enormous piece of Black Jade, its luxury and opulence beyond imagination.
At this moment, Sang Luo was lying flat on the bed. Her loose sleep robe was in disarray, and her dark hair was spread out around her. A few strands were caught between her lips, while the pale skin of her chest was partially exposed—a tantalizingly seductive sight.
