Tears shimmering in her eyes, Su Ci finally gave in, her voice a soft, sweet murmur. "Husband..." "That's what I like to hear." He rewarded her with a kiss, though it still wasn't enough for him. He pressed on. "Who is your husband?" The words seemed to be forced from between her red lips. "Fu Nancheng is my husband..." ... The next morning. Su Ci was dead to the world until the melodic chiming of