Liszt closed the book and placed the Junlin Sword's Sword Box by the window, fearing it might injure anyone entering; this thing was no less a threat than nuclear weapons—it would be deadly with just a scrape.
He set his feet down from the desk and looked at the visitor with a hint of incredulity, wondering if it was his own illusion, but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
It seemed unlikely for Goria to visit at this hour, it was almost midnight.
Moreover, Goria seemed hotter than before, as if she was oozing hormones.
This crafty little seductress, after entering, actually locked the door, put on the chain, and bolted it, using a triple lock. What on earth was she planning to do?
Goria … had finally figured it out.
Since that mine in Wind Breath Canyon, Liszt had known that someday he would fall for this little vixen, having tasted such a potent artifact, he finally wanted to experience it more deeply, right?
All work and no play makes even a smart Goria dull.
