Huo Yunjiao doted on her with a smile and sat next to Qin Ruan. He reached out to smooth her somewhat disheveled hair, his sexy and graceful thin lips quivered, "Girl, it was clearly you who seduced me first. How did it end up being my fault?"
His tone was innocent, with a hidden hint of amusement.
With her back to him, Qin Ruan's fox-like eyes widened slightly, and despite opening her mouth, she found herself unable to retort.
After they had gone upstairs to their room, she had intended to ask the third master how much he knew about the situation in West City.
The plan from twenty-one years ago—back then, the third master was just a few years old. She didn't believe that he was behind it and wanted to probe for the inside story.
But the man played coy with her, insisting that she kiss him voluntarily before he would tell her anything.
She was a weak-willed one, indeed, kissing him under his deliberate guidance, and after that, things just spiraled out of control.