Chapter 37: Prolonging Life

Women disrobing is not about the sight, but the sound.

Listening to the rustling of clothes against soft skin, the sound of garments hitting the ground, only then can one truly savor the delightful reverie that precedes a night of passion.

Jiang Shouzhong always had his back to Wen Zhao Di.

He never turned to glance at her.

Nor did he want to listen to the enchanting sound of a dress sliding off.

The dress didn't hit the ground; it only slid down to her waist before she subconsciously clutched it tightly, her fingers almost losing their color, just like her lips which she had bitten pale.

And in her other hand, she held a dagger!

The blade was sharp and chilling to the bone!

That night, it was with this dagger that she had slit Ge Dasheng's throat!

Although at the time it was because he broke his promise after taking the money and lunged at her, wanting her body, and she slashed out in panic, but murder was still murder.