Without giving her any psychological preparation, did this person truly not rest until he had trampled her dignity and face underfoot?
She watched as the girl's lips were bitten until they bled by her own doing.
Xu Yuan's expression remained indifferent.
The Sword Sect girl below was looking at this scene with sparkling eyes; had she not been afraid of interrupting them, she would have already emitted the indecent laughter she used to when watching plays.
Si Shuang no longer delayed, slowly unraveling the robe that was like a cloud of purple mist.
Thus, the gleaming, snowy-white skin was exposed in the sunlight, bright as jade.
When she saw Xu Yuan's gaze unabashedly scanning over her body, Si Shuang trembled, wishing she could kill this scoundrel with a single sword strike.
But she couldn't.
Where Xu Yuan's gaze traveled, her body responded with shivers, turning slightly flush.
Xu Yuan's gaze finally rested on her lower half.