Jiang Wang had no idea how to respond to that, at a complete loss for words.
Watching the proud hero of Qi Country, Wang Yiwu, stilled by his single remark, the beautiful woman covered her mouth and chuckled.
Her eyes brimming with the vitality of spring, she, being an experienced leader in such amorous settings, knew exactly how to draw the line, leaving lingering charm in her wake. Without saying more, she glanced at Jiang Wang once more and swayed away, her waist twisting as she went.
It was as if a perfectly round, plump peach was swaying from side to side before his eyes, ensnaring his gaze, refusing to let go, and then abruptly, she turned a corner and vanished at the end of the corridor.
Leaving one feeling a sense of loss.
Xu Xiangqian often came here to "glean," and there might be some reason to that.
