Summary
I used my Shadow Guard identity to defy my superior and rode the stunning master who was under the effect of aphrodisiac.
When the master sobered up, he was furious, splitting the eight-step bed from that night with a single palm:
“I will grind that shameless female thief to dust!”
I cowered on the beam, trembling as I counted on my fingers:
Thousand Silk Mutual Love Powder, mutual love lasts half a year, recurs every ten days, each time with the same person.
In other words, I can secretly enjoy the master’s tearful, restrained look seventeen more times.
Nice.
Even if Tan Lang dies in the tent, he’ll be a romantic ghost!