Feng Feiyun had met too many women and slept with a fair share of them. However, no woman has defeated and charmed him to this level.

Tonight, he didn’t only gaze at the moon with Ji Lingxuan. More importantly, he gazed at her wondrous body under the moonlight.

No one in this world could have thought that a model consort lied beneath Feiyun tonight. No, to be exact, he was the one underneath. The moonlight was weak, only the Buddhist lamp was illuminating the romantic air tonight.

It was early next morning. Feiyun couldn’t sit straight on his bronze carriage. A scent of White Mist Flower still remained on his slightly messy hair. He was gently rubbing his temples as scenes of last night were still playing back.

He rubbed his fingers and seemed to be able to still sense her softness.

“What is going on? Why did my self-control become so weak?” Feiyun had an unprecedented frustration. He...