Better Than Wine and Beauty

[An Extremely Steamy Story =3=] Outside, wind and snow raged, while the inn was warm and cozy. The tall man wiped down the gleaming blade. His sleeves were rolled up, and his jeans hung loose around his waist. When he bent over, his narrow waist was on full display. Yan Fengling had been eyeing him for days, licking her lips as she plotted every possible way to get him into bed. Once she’d had her fill, she patted herself on the backside and walked away. He Zhuo was so furious he went mad. * Long after leaving the northwest, Yan Fengling spent a night of drunken passion in a southern city. The man kissing her deeply looked so much like He Zhuo, and his eyes seemed to flicker with sparks as he stirred her desires. She smiled hazily, mocking herself: “He gave you a taste you’ll never forget, and now everyone looks like him to you.” But the next morning... “He Zhuo?!” she cried in terror. The man had just showered. Water dripped from him, and he wore nothing but a towel. He looked at her with dark, dangerous eyes. “Did you enjoy last night?” A dangerous smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “If you did, then it’s time we settled the score.”