Tan Bowen, who had been subjected to this torture before when he mistakenly unravelled her chest binding while she was performing a sword dance, began to pull at his collar and fan his face vigorously, knowing from hard experience how uncomfortable he would soon become.
On the last occasion he had been subjected to a whole-of-body flush of unnatural heat which persisted for far longer than seemed reasonable.
He gestured to a servant, "iced water please, hurry," he requested urgently.
Bai Li glared at Sofya, knowing that the little devil had been very calculated in her planning, and that she had put Meili on the spot by gifting her that costume at the last minute.
He, more than any man here, knew all about the girl's voluptuous charms and tantalising figure, and selfishly, particularly given he was still fighting to make her his bride, it was not something he wished anyone else to see.
