"Ah Han, what's wrong? Is the tea not to your liking?"
"N-nothing... My leg just fell asleep from sitting for so long."
Pei Yuhang replied to Liyuan with feigned ease, then silently used the hem of his loose white robes to cover Shang Miaoyan's mischievous foot, which was stretching out from across the table.
After the white hem blocked her foot, its owner grew even more brazen.
And without the fabric in the way, the cool, smooth sensation of the silk stocking pressed clearly against Pei Yuhang's calf.
Pei Yuhang lifted his teacup to hide his embarrassment, then secretly sent a Divine Sense transmission to Shang Miaoyan, warning the woman not to be so outrageous.
But he quickly discovered that Shang Miaoyan seemed to have deliberately shielded her Sea of Consciousness, preventing his Divine Sense from reaching her at all.
'How dare she do this in front of Liyuan... Her personality is as vile as ever!'
