In a moment, everyone's eyes focused on Shen Wan's face, openly teasing and toying with her.
Deities don't make mistakes, so the only one to blame must be her—the woman who tempted a deity!
"What's the young lady's name?" This was Quan Hanting's second sentence.
"Shen Wan."
"Which 'Wan'?"
Their eyes locked, and she discerned the mischief and playful intent in his gaze. Amidst the gasps of those around them, Shen Wan smiled and reached for the man's large hand. She placed his hand in her own, her fingers soft and immaculate, and lightly tapped it. "Would you mind if I write it down for you?"
Her smile was pure, her gaze innocent.
Quan Hanting silently cursed her as an "enchantress". Countless seductive images raced through his mind, causing his breathing to quicken in response.
