The moon rose above the treetops, and the Yang River lay utterly quiet.
A tall figure was silhouetted against the window of a luxurious flower boat.
The man was Jiang Shen, a wealthy and distinguished young gentleman of the Yang River region, handsome and stern, with deep eyes no one could fathom.
Jiang Shen was dead drunk, his gaze hazy. A woman knelt wearily before him.
He couldn’t quite make out her features, but he had a favorable impression of her.
She had a supple waist, smooth skin, and a clear voice. She was a picture-perfect beauty, like someone from a dream.
When he awoke, she was gone. She had gotten what she wanted and disappeared without a trace.
Women were just that mercenary, Jiang Shen sneered.
Even more ironically, he later learned that their night of passion hadn’t really happened. He had merely been having a wet dream.
What a humiliation, to have been played by a woman. A wet dream was not what he wanted.
He was going to find that woman.
