Your Highness, Bring It On

A silver-white mask hides every expression on her face, while a deep-blue outfit conceals all her softness. "Dark Night, you risked your life to protect me for ten years, only to crush the sincere heart I offered you into dust!" She turns and cuts across the sky. A second later, and her half-frozen face would have been awash with tears. She swears never to love again.

The two-faced pair battle through the blood-soaked martial world, until their final clash, when his great hand locks around her throat. Mo Hun is no weaker, pressing a dagger to him. A cold smile touches her lips. "Don't hold back. Lose your chance, and you'll die!"

His hand shifts to the curve of her neck. With a flick of his finger, her mask falls away. Before Mo Hun can react, her eyes are covered. Warmth touches her lips, a fleeting kiss sending ripples through her. Hot breath brushes her ear. "Yu Luo, I've known about your double identity all along. Is your heart carved from ice? Can you truly not feel my love, as if I've been bewitched?"

Mo Hun stiffens, tears tracing her cheeks as her fists rain down. "Bai Yulie, you went to all that trouble to deceive me?"

"How else could I have lured you in and stolen your cold, alluring heart, inch by inch? I plotted our love, planned it for a lifetime. Even the distance between our worlds cannot stop our passion and longing... The consort is a thief who steals her lover. Prince, prepare to be swept away! Readers' group: 281269862