Long Aotian moved his head in the direction of the voice with great difficulty. Then, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.
She was wearing a white hanfu, fully displaying her divine and sacred bearing. Her eyes were cold and indifferent, making every man wanting to do everything to curry her favor, to elicit a simple smile from her, to see any kind of jubilance emanating from them.
"Are you a fairy? No, maybe a Goddess?" muttered Long Aotian subconsciously after seeing Fang Lijuan.
"You can say that," she replied, still with a cold look on her face. However, Long Aotian did not care about this. The colder she was, the more he wanted to conquer her.
Of course Fang Lijuan could see the possessive nature in Long Aotian's eyes, but she did not care about it. Most men that she meets have the same look, so she is used to it by now.
