Chi Lian's voice was like flowing silk, soft yet carrying an undeniable seductiveness.
She gently toyed with a strand of her hair, her gaze seeming particularly profound in the dim light. Her dark red nightgown rose and fell slightly with each breath, an utterly provocative sight.
Wu Liangchen remained silent for a moment before walking over to a nearby chair and sitting down. He didn't pointedly look away, but he didn't let his eyes linger on her exposed skin either.
"That won't be necessary," Wu Liangchen said flatly.
A flash of surprise crossed Chi Lian's eyes, followed by a soft chuckle. "What's wrong? Am I not to your liking?"
Wu Liangchen shook his head. "That's not it."
"Then what is it?" The corners of Chi Lian's mouth lifted in a playful smile. "Don't tell me a powerful martial artist like you gets shy about this sort of thing?"
