Mu Yuehan spoke, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears.
This didn't quite match her cold and stunning demeanor.
It was hard to imagine that the cold, otherworldly Holy Maiden of Guanghan Palace would actually have such a "desiring" side.
This was hardly a hint anymore, but rather an explicit invitation.
Because Lord Xiaoyao was simply too exceptional, few women could resist such charm.
Although Mu Yuehan was the Holy Maiden of Guanghan Palace, in front of Lord Xiaoyao's status, she was merely a minor character.
"This Divine Son already told you before, you probably couldn't handle my size," Lord Xiaoyao said indifferently.
Mu Yuehan was indeed beautiful, with fair arms like lotus roots, long slender legs, cold elegance, and radiance like the bright moon.
But Lord Xiaoyao wasn't some dog that would enter any hole he saw.
To him, things easily obtained held no interest whatsoever.