He was clearly enchanted by her beauty, while uncaring about the nonsense his uncle uttered about that old man achieving such a feat that he, who was favored, had yet to accomplish.
Outwardly, he kept his composure, nodding toward her. "What brings you here with my... uncle?" The word uncle carried an edge of disdain, but his eyes stayed on Yu Xiang, drinking in her form.
Yu Xiang's smirk deepened, her violet eyes flicking over him appraisingly.
Internally, she scoffed.
'Men and their dicks,' she thought, noting the way his gaze lingered on her curves, the subtle shift in his stance that betrayed his lust.
'They see a pretty face and a body, and suddenly their brains leak out their ears. This one's no different—falling for the bait without even knowing he's hooked, just like his foolish uncle.' Even though Yu Xiang clearly kept her composure, inwardly she thought how stupid this man was—just like his uncle—to think for even a moment that she cared for them.
