Mo Beiyuan knew that Yun Ran did not play by the rules, but at this moment, he was still stunned by her sudden intimacy.
Because of the parasitic poison, her proximity made all the blood in his body boil. He didn't want to push her away.
His eyes darkened.
Yun Ran hugged his arm again and shook it. Her small waist was twisted, and her eyes were charming. Her pink lips parted slightly. "Your Highness, you've seen demonic cultivator women before. Are they as beautiful as I am?"
Usually, her expression was calm. Now, she deliberately softened her voice with a hint of coquettishness. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. It was even more vivid and her beautiful face was even more dazzling.
"No, demonic cultivators are all extremely ugly."
Mo Beiyuan told the truth. The rumors outside were all nonsense. How could a true demonic cultivator have her appearance?
