"Fine." Lin Feng said. His voice carried a trace of lazy satisfaction, as though he had just been presented with something unexpectedly entertaining.
"I've been thinking… it wouldn't be so bad to have someone attend to me personally."
His eyes lingered on her, unhurried, curious.
"Perhaps you could serve as my personal attendant and bodyworker."
A brief pause.
Then…
"A daily massage from the esteemed Daoist Falling Snow…"
His smile deepened, faintly teasing, faintly dangerous.
"That does sound rather appealing."
There was no hostility in his tone.
No aggression.
Only amusement.
As if the stakes she had just laid out were nothing more than a game to pass the time.
Daoist Falling Snow's expression remained cold, but a faint chill passed through her heart.
This man…
He was not reacting the way he should.
He wasn't angered.
He wasn't pressured.
If anything…
He was enjoying this.
