"Don't you dare."
Feeling Han Li's gaze, Yun Miaoyi tightened her clothes, trying to cover her snow-white skin, but there was no way she could hide everything, her charms unwittingly exposed in the brief moment.
In front of Jiang Baiye, she behaved rather boldly, not minding the accidental exposure and even deliberately flaunting it, teasing the cool and distant Jiang Baiye.
But in front of Han Li, her mindset was different. Deep down, she was quite conservative and didn't want Han Li to see her that way, especially since she loathed him to the core.
In her view, Han Li was a master of concealment through and through.
How could a real person at least at the mid-God Refining Realm, perhaps even later stages, just loaf around in little Lingjun City, playing the role of a womanizing patriarch happy to take concubines? Was that reasonable?
