Desensitization Test

Xiao Yan looked straight into Yao Wan's eyes, making Yao Wan silently shift her gaze away, a little afraid to meet his eyes.

And Xiao Yan grew increasingly dissatisfied with the pale lotus feet now obediently resting in his palm, letting him toy with them however he liked. His fingertips were hardly well behaved either; what had only been fingers pinching Yao Wan's lotus feet began to creep restlessly up toward her ankle.

Xiao Yan could not help lowering his head to look at her again.

But this time, he was not looking at those pale-golden eyes of hers, always arrogant and unrestrained, easy and carefree, yet sometimes warm as a gentle breeze and soft as water, nor at her brows and gaze.

It was probably that so-called look a man gave a woman.

Yao Wan did not have the habit of changing clothes whenever she had nothing better to do. On the contrary, because cultivation made it convenient for her to remain untouched by dust and grime, she changed clothes very rarely instead. She was careless about her appearance, and only changed when she subconsciously felt her clothes were dirty.

So most of the time, Xiao Yan saw her wearing that sky blue long dress, at most occasionally changing into one or two different styles.

Though she was beautiful like that too, Xiao Yan could more or less sense that Wan'er was probably the type who was not especially good at dressing herself up.

He could understand.

A woman adorned herself for the one who delighted in her.

Someone with a temperament like hers had already been this way before she had been completely snared by him.

Because there had simply been no one qualified to make her consider what sort of clothes she ought to wear. Even after