"Aunt Bai, are you alright?"
Han Zhan suddenly snapped back to reality, as the avalanche of desire in his heart completely collapsed.
"Hmph. You scoundrel, you dare to have such thoughts about me, can you truly be kind to Xiao Jin? Wouldn't it be simpler for me to slash you with a sword here, saving us all some trouble!"
At that moment, Bai Su seemed to have transformed into a different person, suddenly tightening her grip on the sword technique.
The white fabric beneath her feet instantly rolled up from the ground, transforming into the shape of a long sword in her hands.
Her stance of holding the sword seemed exceptionally authentic.
Han Zhan remained unflinching, well-prepared.
"Aunt Bai, as the saying goes, a gentleman judges deeds, not thoughts. Admiring beauty is innate, but controlling one's nature and maintaining one's boundaries are principles we must uphold as humans."
"Did I gape?"
"No."
