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Li Yan glanced back at Afafu's slender shoulders, closed the door tightly, and faced the dim corridor in front of him.
Wearing a snug white tank top and draping his long coat over his shoulders, he walked deeper down the corridor, stepping lightly on the shimmering fragments of light on the floor, with a somewhat nasty expression on his face.
Li Yan was not a man who feared trouble, especially not the kind of trouble that came with beautiful women. Especially since Lady Dan wasn't around, it was like a tiger among sheep...
His lack of enthusiasm was just an excuse; anyone who had seen too much of those inhuman bandits in the wilderness, roaming for days amongst flames and bullets, would develop intense primal desires.
But Afafu was just too clumsy, and also completely lacking in charm.
Afafu got herself drunk, perhaps to ease her guilt about betraying her husband, but beneath her flirtatious exterior was a sorrowful demeanor and eyes that stabbed at Li Yan's self-esteem.
