The wind was mixed with heavy rain, slapping against the window pane, crackling and shaking the ears, masking all the movement in the hall.

The affair was more like a punishment than a love affair.

Ahia drifted off, as if back to Wancheng, the torment of the night the border map was exposed.

Xie Jie tied her hands with torn cloth and silk, cutting off all her refusals.

His movements were rough and direct, Ahya's face was pale and ...