Should we wait for him?

"One year."

Shen Zhiyi lowered her eyelashes, and the pressure from his pressing seemed to linger between her lips and teeth, making even her ears feel hot.

"I... I didn't say I wanted to wait..."

“Oh…” Yan Zhuoxu leaned even closer, his nose almost touching hers. “If you want power, it’s easier to please me than to please him.”

"Shen Zhiyi, you don't need to wait here with me."

What he could give her was something that Ye Jinghong could never have in his entire life.

Supreme power.

An authority that no one dares to question or defy.

Shen Zhiyi shrank back slightly, hiding the fleeting glint in his eyes, and said, "Master is a disciple of Buddha, how dare I covet such a thing?"

"That's... a great disrespect."

A very soft laugh escaped Yan Zhuoxu's throat.

My thumb went down and across her throat.

"When you pushed me down and took off my clothes that day, you didn't show me any respect at all."

He pinned her against the door, giving her no chance to escape, and whispered, "Remember?"

"What did he do to me while he was drunk?"

Shen Zhiyi's cheeks flushed.

"The master also said that I was drunk, and things done by a drunk person don't count."

"Even if it's outrageous, it should be forgivable."

Yan Zhuoxu raised his eyebrows, staring at her trembling eyelashes, and said, "Even Buddha saw it."

"You are being extremely disrespectful."

"Now you can't renege on your promise."

Shen Zhiyi: "I..."

"Didn't you say you came to express your gratitude?" He lowered his head, bringing his face close to hers, and interrupted.

He slowly pressed his lips to hers, capturing every breath she had, and said in a hoarse voice, "Shen Zhiyi, I'll teach you how to thank me."

In an instant, his body sank down, and his lips and teeth were pried open.