Spirit Vessel

Feng Feiyun had met too many women and slept with a fair share of them. However, no woman has defeated and charmed him to this level.

Tonight, he didn’t only gaze at the moon with Ji Lingxuan. More importantly, he gazed at her wondrous body under the moonlight.

No one in this world could have thought that a model consort lied beneath Feiyun tonight. No, to be exact, he was the one underneath. The moonlight was weak, only the Buddhist lamp was illuminating the romantic air tonight.

It was early next morning. Feiyun couldn’t sit straight on his bronze carriage. A scent of White Mist Flower still remained on his slightly messy hair. He was gently rubbing his temples as scenes of last night were still playing back.

He rubbed his fingers and seemed to be able to still sense her softness.

“What is going on? Why did my self-control become so weak?” Feiyun had an unprecedented frustration. He had never felt this way after sleeping with a woman before.

In the end, he admitted that he had lost to Ji Lingxuan.

Ma Fang continued forward through the busy streets filled with people. Suddenly, the beast stopped along with the carriage. A scholar with a white headband and a feathered fan stopped it.

Feiyun pulled the curtain and smiled after seeing Scholar Heaven Calculating: “Didn’t expect to see an old face on the street of the capital.”

The scholar with both hands hidden under his sleeves smiled back while standing there with a dignified posture: “I purposely came to see you.”

“To see me?” Feiyun asked.

The scholar nodded: “Because I know you have a headache right now.”