Lu Jincheng couldn't help but laugh.
An uncanny sense of synchronicity excites people from deep within their bones.
Obviously, none of his previous efforts had been wasted.
Guan Yongyi caught the rope he tossed, clearly feeling the strength with which the man was pulling her closer.
She understood that some things didn't require colorful words—just facts that existed objectively.
Like desire.
Facts are cold, but their bodies were burning hot.
So she was just as eager for everything about to happen, and had prepared herself thoroughly.
Their connection of wills was already perfect—their spirits resonating at a frequency teetering on the edge of eruption.
Returning to the hotel felt like that crucial turning point.
But even if they couldn't spend the night, it didn't matter.
Because he and she had all the time in the world.
...
"You could tell even that?"
The two returned to the White Swan Hotel.
