Jin Yiwei Thousand-Household Commander Yan Ruyue, the living demon of the Northern Garrison Command, cuts down people like grass. No man has ever dared approach her.
Until a foul-mouthed black-market coroner touches her wrist.
“Your pulse is racing, my lady. Are you nervous, or falling for me?”
Shen Ye discovers that whenever he touches this icy-faced female commander, he can hear her truest thoughts.
While examining a corpse, he accidentally takes her hand
> She draws her blade without changing expression. “Touch me again and I'll cut off your hand.”
> Her thoughts: [His fingertips are so rough... Why is my heart beating so fast...? Don't touch me again...]
>
> While taking shelter in a wardrobe, he wraps his arms around her waist from behind
> She grits her teeth and growls, “Let go.”
> Her thoughts: [His hands are so hot... Where's my knife? It's pinned... Damn it, his breath is brushing my ear...]
>
> When a stunning beauty wraps her arms around him and flirts
> She coolly wipes her blade without saying a word.
> Her thoughts: [What does that little vixen think she is? Tonight, I'm hanging him up in the Imperial Prison and beating him senseless!]
>
> Shen Ye smiles.
>
> The whole capital fears her blade. Only he knows
> Every thorn on this prickly female demon is growing softer for him.
>
> What she doesn't know is that this seemingly carefree street healer holds a trump card capable of bringing down the entire Ming dynasty.
>
> He refuses to play it.
> He only wants to play with her.
