Plan For Meeting Mu Xuanyin

The aftermath of their passionate encounter left Yin Lian breathless and weak-limbed. A new kind of dependence had bloomed within her, a yearning for Wang Jian's touch that defied logic.  He, on the other hand, seemed energized, a triumphant glint in his eyes.

 

"Well, High Priestess," he said, his voice a husky rumble as he ran a finger down her arm, sending shivers down her spine. "Think you can ever leave me now?"

 

A blush crept up her cheeks. "M-maybe not," she mumbled, the words laced with a surprising honesty.

 

A satisfied smile spread across his face. With that conquered, he decided it was time to drop a truth bomb.  "Yin Lian," he began, his voice turning serious as he pulled her closer, his hands finding their way back to her breasts. "There's something you need to know."

 

Yin Lian met his gaze, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. "What is it?"