Chapter 261 Desiring Her With One Hand

• The autumn night breeze gently brushed past, causing the grass and trees outside the hall to sway gracefully. The bright moonlight filtered through the perforated doors and windows, casting a serene glow. In the quiet moonlight, Xu Sanniang's face remained as beautiful and charming as ever, with a hint of reluctance evident in her furrowed brows, as if she were lost in deep thought.
• Yang Si Lang's hand trembled as he held the dagger, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he grappled with inner turmoil.
• "Our patience has its limits," Zhao's cold gaze swept over, a sharp blade poised at Yang Si Lang's neck. His voice was low as he stated, "Either she dies, or you die."