"Say my name, Xiao Wan."
"Yan Sheng, Yan Sheng." Jiang Wan's voice was slightly hoarse with desire. She reached out, wanting to hug the girl before her.
The girl took her hand and pressed it to her cheek, then kissed her palm.
"Xiao Wan, you're mine now."
Jiang Wan later wondered: if she hadn't taken that road, if she hadn't stopped to look at that girl, would things between them have turned out differently? But that was fate. Everything had happened at just the right time.
