Huang Wanshi gazed at the mission Scroll in her hand, assigned to her by the Dan Yun Pavilion. Her eyes, like rippling autumn waters, widened slightly, sparkling with delight.
It was because she had spotted the name "Pei Yuhang" on the escort team's roster.
The mere thought of that tall, elegant gentleman in white, coupled with the memory of yesterday's forbidden, lustful dream, made Huang Wanshi's legs grow weak.
She couldn't help but bring a fingertip to her lips, pressing it gently.
"It must be fate."
She hummed softly, her fingertip gently tracing over his name. Then, she rose crisply and began to pack, her movements a degree quicker than usual.
Seeing his Dao Companion apparently preparing for a long journey, Pang Xiaoming rubbed his coarse hands together and approached her cautiously. "Wanshi, are you going away?"
"I have an assignment."
At the sound of Pang Xiaoming's voice, the lustful warmth in Huang Wanshi's eyes vanished, and her tone turned cold.
