Chapter 63: Dry wood, raging fire?

In the darkness, Mo Qizong looked at her with dark eyes, and there seemed to be flames flickering in his eyes. He paused for a moment, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can you sleep?" The two of them were very close, and the hot masculine scent from Mo Qizong was pervasive, going through her nostrils into her lungs, stirring up the pool of spring water.