Ji Shao had torn Su Ci's collar during the earlier struggle, leaving a smooth expanse of her shoulder tantalizingly exposed. Now, as the cold water soaked her clothes, they clung to her skin, and just beneath her delicate shoulder blade, the tip of a three-petaled peach blossom tattoo peeked out. Fu Nancheng's eyes locked onto it instantly. His sharp gaze narrowed. With a powerful tug, he yanked S