The moonlight, like water, cascaded down—soft, hazy, peaceful, and tranquil.
In the heavenly watchtowers, all had quieted down. On the White Jade Bed, An Miaoyi's starry eyes opened wide. Her beautiful body was stretched out, glistening and crystal clear; her hair was scattered, and she appeared weak and powerless.
"You should leave." She extended a lotus-like arm, snow-white and tender, lazily waking the person beside her.
Ye Fan was very calm, yet his heart rippled. He still smiled, his white teeth gleaming, looking quite brilliant.
"Why are you in such a hurry to send me away?"
"If people find out you spent the night at Miao Yu Temple, will the Wind Clan agree? They'll probably make trouble for you. The Phoenix is not an ordinary woman; how could she tolerate it?"
