The black night.
The chaotic city.
The smell of gunpowder in the air intertwined with the stench of Demonic Qi.
The occasional explosions and chaotic Energy Waves added some sound and color to the night scene...
Like a completely disordered symphony.
This is India, a country that could perhaps be described as magical.
Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the Noida Hotel, Wen Yu felt no homesickness, nor any heartfelt emotion. But indeed, the moon in India is a bit rounder than that in Cathay's northeast.
"So this is what they mean by the moon abroad is rounder than at home."
Wen Yu chuckled self-deprecatingly and then drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.
"I like it here, chaos everywhere and wars all around, and war means harvest."
A pair of slightly rough small hands gently encircled Wen Yu's waist, then one moved up, the other downward.
Seduction.
Temptation.
And the gradually igniting passion.
