Afterward, Shen Yanting kissed away the dampness on my collarbone, his movements so tender it was as if he were handling a priceless treasure. His low voice sounded beside my ear. "Niannian, give Su Wantang your place at the London Conservatoire." I went rigid in his arms, my ears ringing. "What did you just say?" "Wantang knelt in front of me, crying so hard she was shaking. I was in the heat of the moment, so I agreed without thinking." My nails dug into my palm, and my voice trembled almost beyond recognition. "What if I refuse?" He chuckled softly, gently took my fingers, and unlocked the bedside table's...
