Fang Xiwen was indeed a beautiful woman, but Zhou Heng could not see any points of attraction in her that drew him in. Her beauty did not match Mei Yixiang's, her physique was inferior to Gu Zi's, her charm was less captivating than Xiao Huoshui's, and her playful innocence could not even be mentioned in the same breath as Lin Fuxiang's.
Only if he had consumed several hundred jin of aphrodisiac, leaving his senses in disarray, would he ever consider touching such a woman!
"Rest assured, I'm not interested in you!" Zhou Heng calmly said, "You can leave now!" His expression was cold, and he secretly thought that if Xiao Huoshui had not gone to nap in Mei Yixiang's carriage, Fang Xiwen would naturally feel ashamed in the presence of such true beauties, and would cease her pointless chatter.
