The Night Watchmen of Jingzhou

Everyone in Jingzhou's elite circles says that Li Chengxiao is the heavens: someone you can't offend and can't escape.

Jiang Yushu had been hiding from him for three years, but in the end, she couldn't get away. The first time they met again, she was cornered by enemies in a narrow alley. Li Chengxiao dislocated three people's arms with his bare hands. He hauled her up from the ground, gripping her chin in the crook of his thumb, his gaze as icy as if tempered in frost. "Why run?"

Jiang Yushu should have been afraid. But her gaze fell uncontrollably beneath his shirt. Before she knew it, she swallowed.

Li Chengxiao froze.

He looked down at himself, then at the tips of her ears, red with embarrassment. Suddenly, he laughed, his voice hoarse and fierce. "Jiang Yushu, are you craving my body?"