Ran Qingmo's serene eyes looked somewhat annoyed at Xu Yuan in front of her, a small hand grabbing his wrist that was wandering over her body.
She tried to control her strength, not using too much force, yet a faint cracking sound still emerged from Xu Yuan's wrist.
As if it were about to break.
The delayed sensation due to drunkenness didn't bring immediate pain, but the interruption of his movements made Xu Yuan subconsciously lift his eyes to look at the young girl in his arms.
Her black eyes were still clear, but at that moment they carried a hint of barely perceptible annoyance.
After returning to the Sword Sect, her master's wife had told her a lot about matters between men and women, as well as the tricks men use to deceive women into giving up their bodies.
All these things, Ran Qingmo had earnestly memorized.
Even while annoyed, Ran Qingmo's voice remained as clear and cool as ice:
"Xu Yuan... you're not cold, are you?"
"...."