He didn't know that Feng Yun loved seeing him just like this.
Restrained and unexpressive, yet his breathing and gaze were in utter chaos.
Perhaps she had had enough of his cold nature, or perhaps having died once, she no longer cared whether others were pleased or not. All she cared about at this moment was her own emotions...
Pei Jue said she was crazy.
Chunyu Yan also said she was crazy.
Xiao Rong went even further by cursing her as a madwoman...
So she embraced her madness with open arms.
Half reclining on the couch, her eyes half-closed, she added a touch of enchantment, seemingly oblivious to danger. Her fingers caressed his armor, fiddling with it, from top to bottom.
"Take it off, isn't it heavy?"
"It's not heavy."
"I think it is."
