Lü Yang directly slapped Bu Tianque hard across the face.
"Ah!"
With a heavy THUD, Bu Tianque's figure flipped in the air. In an instant, she transformed back into that stunningly beautiful woman, tossing like rolling white waves as she tumbled right off the large bed.
"Daoist, you are so heartless..."
Clutching her flushed cheek, Bu Tianque's beautiful eyes brimmed with tears. "Could it be that you don't like this type? That's normal—everyone has their own preferences. But it doesn't matter."
Her voice shifted along with her physical form.
"No matter what kind of woman you desire, I can satisfy you. Do you want someone mature, Daoist? Or someone young? Innocent? Scheming? Or perhaps pitiable?"
With every adjective spoken, Bu Tianque's appearance morphed.
These forms included a mature woman oozing with charm, a young girl like a budding flower, a sheltered young lady, a courtesan hiding daggers behind her smiles, and a wealthy heiress from a fallen family...
