Despite Fang Geyu feeling that her current stance combined with her looking down from above was incredibly wild and dashingly handsome.
But unfortunately, her height of just over one meter five really struggled to release a two-meter aura of imperial dominance.
The small foot, tender as a cat's paw, when falling, seemed more like some kind of whimsical intimacy between men and women.
Baili An's composed confidence upon arrival was shattered, no longer able to smile, his ears turned red.
As if feeling troubled by Fang Geyu's shy yet unaware behavior.
The small foot came down rudely, the angle particularly tricky and subtle.
Fang Geyu raised her smooth and jade-like chin high, one foot stepping on someone else, yet with an understated ease.
She slowly bent down, gradually pressing her body weight onto Baili An.
The discomfort came along with it, Baili An frowned, reaching out to grip her slender ankle.
Fang Geyu glanced at him coolly, her gaze seemingly hiding the Abyss.
