Night of Passion

Wu Jian sat up and removed his shirt. Hou Jingshu had already seen his bare chest before, but it was different now. This wasn’t Jian Wu’s chest anymore. This was Wu Jian’s chest. It almost amazed her how knowing that made a difference.

Her mouth was dry, her heart was beating like a wardrum, and she was… wet.

She reached out for the necklaces dangling around his neck. There were two. Her pendant and a necklace she didn’t recognize with strange symbols etched into it.

“Leave them on,” Wu Jian said.

She bit her lip but retracted her hand.

Wu Jian hesitated after reaching for his pants, but Hou Jingshu was having none of that. She grabbed his pants and tore them off. A loud ripping sound echoed around the room.

“Can’t you be a little more gentle?!” Wu Jian cried out.

“Sorry. I can’t seem to control my strength right now.”

“Well, please try.”