Yin Clan members, preys of Lang demons

 A particular dinner party had come to an end. Right now, Xie Feng had already gone back to his own guest chamber which was arranged by mistress Wang. The chamber was neat and tidy. The room was not that large. Even so, it was inviting enough. An incense stick was burning, enveloping the entire room with its warm and tranquil sandalwood scent.

The night was getting deeper and deeper already. Xie Feng should have been hurrying up to slip into the bed, turning in right away. But this male was hesitating. Pacing back and forth next to his bed, for an unknown reason, Xie Feng continued sighing again and again.

 To tell the truth, he was being over the fence whether to sneak out of the chamber or not. Xie Feng could still hear a certain whisper Ren Haitao said just before he came to this place after dinner.

" Come to my chamber tonight."