"Ehem."
He choked on his tea and coughed, raising his sleeves and covered his mouth, looking like a perfect and refined beauty. Ouyang Xueqing's eyes shone, this…this is the true elegance!
Her mother had always berated her for being rough, yet she couldn't understand how she could be elegant.
But now, looking at the elegance oozing from the man's every step more than what a woman could attempt, she didn't feel repulsed or disgusted, just pure admiration.
"Could…could you lean back a little?"
Ouyang Xueqing blinked. "Oh."
Unknowingly, she had leaned her body too close to the shaman and made him uncomfortable. It was natural to be drawn to something beautiful, okay?
She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, esteemed shaman."
She complied, yet her gaze stared unwaveringly, enquiring his every action and every moves, making him the one fidgeting when he is the one that is supposed to intimidate people.
