Moonlit Forbidden Zone: His Gaze Is Colder Than t…

That pool was the heart of the entire hilltop villa, and Shen Moting’s forbidden ground. No one dared to disturb that stretch of blue in his private domain—until the girl named Xia Wanxing, wild to the bone, snuck in under the cover of night. The moonlight poured over her, wet and dripping, molding the shape of her young body and the thorns deep in her bones. Shen Moting watched behind the monitor, expressionless, the half-finished whiskey in his hand not even trembling. He pressed the communicator, stepped out onto the terrace, and as his footsteps fell into the deep night, it was like a predator finally tired of the watching game.