Huo Yunjiao adjusted his sitting position, and seeing Qin Ruan's eyes out of focus as she sized him up, thin lips yielding a light, shallow laugh.
His tranquil eyes tender and affectionate, his pose composed and elegant yet noble.
Qin Ruan, smelling the deep wood fragrance of the room, felt a heart full of longing soothed.
She came back to her senses, crossed her arms, and openly admired the good figure of the Third Master, whistling aloud.
"Whew—"
As he raised his eyebrows slightly at her, she voiced her admiration, "Third Master, such a fine figure, so enticing late at night. Are you trying to lead me into temptation?"
Qin Ruan made no attempt to hide it; she was lured by the Third Master's beauty.
Huo Yunjiao's gaze lingered on her, his voice gentle yet with a hint of huskiness.
His eyes blinked softly, as if casting a flirtatious glance at Qin Ruan, a languid and lazy demeanor on his face, his voice deliberately ambiguous, "Does Ruanruan like it?"