"If it's as you think, then the one standing before you now wouldn't be me, but the Evil God himself."
Fang Geyu tossed aside the handkerchief in her hand, and under Baili An's gaze, her soft body slid off the stool.
She crouched before Baili An, resting her chin on her hand: "But as you say, just an ordinary man, nothing exceptional. Since you want to play, why not entertain you?"
The flushed color faded from her face, leaving her cheeks snowy white and tender, devoid of any shyness.
With nimble fingers, she pulled out his jacket, lifting it up to reveal his slender, strong waist.
As she touched him, the muscles along his waist tensed momentarily, with his fair and solid structure like top-grade jade, possessing an elegant beauty even without seeing his face.
Baili An naturally had a lean and tall stature, his waist was unusually long, narrow waist, broad shoulders, long legs—how could he not be the most superior among the courtiers?
