Shi Zhiyan stared blankly at Shi Li for a good while before realizing her scheme.
He had really fallen for it.
'Just imagine if it hadn't been me in front of Shi Li, but some other male.'
'Faced with such a beautiful female and such a blatant seduction, who could possibly resist?'
'Especially these hot-blooded men in the middle of a battle—they needed this kind of comfort the most.'
'Truly a velvet-gloved blade, each strike fatal.'
He had even been angry just moments ago because Shi Li was treating him differently.
If Shi Li had wanted to, she could have easily delivered a fatal blow just now.
She could have sent him packing right along with Heige.
"I'm not angry." Shi Zhiyan's face turned unnaturally to the side.
But Shi Li forcefully turned it back.
"Not angry? Someone's face was about to turn green a moment ago." Shi Li's tone was slightly mocking.
