The auction hall was in full swing.
Amid the countless shouts and arguments, suppressed moans reached an extreme pitch from behind a hidden door no one could see.
"Clan Chief Xiao, mm, you're working so hard to serve this Young Master, mm, yet you only bid on a single item. Aren't you being a little too restrained?"
"I will resolve the Xiao Clan's development myself. As for the Adamantine Glazed Body and the Fragmented Map of Demonic Fire, consider them a personal debt I owe you. Once I recover from my injuries, I will naturally offer the compensation with both hands."
"Hehe, why is Clan Chief Xiao being so restrained? Could it be that, huff, this Young Master has taken all your confidantes for myself, huff, and you're feeling jealous?"
Hun Ruoruo narrowed her eyes into slits, lightly biting her lower lip as she cast a teasing glance behind her.
Hearing this, Xiao Yan's previously calm expression finally tightened slightly. In the end, he said helplessly, "You should know that she and I are only friends."
Hun Ruoruo's eyes shimmered with moisture, seeming both resentful and aggrieved. "Before you go too far, huff, which woman wasn't your friend?"
Xiao Yan: "..."
Seeing the scene before him, Xiao Yan felt his mouth go dry, his face flushing crimson as though it were about to burn.
The large hand massaging the girl's shoulders gradually grew damp with sweat. That strange sensation, as though even their skin were about to stick together, coupled with the tension of watching everyone onstage bid against Ya Fei, nearly made his heart leap out of his chest.
Xiao Yan knew exactly what she meant.
Before the two of them got together, the greatest taboo of that uninhibited enchantress had been anyone touching her body.
Yet as her