"Haha, then tell me—was this story really exciting or not?" I asked with a laugh, though I did not directly deny it.
"Hmph. You certainly made up quite a convincing story." Xie Chuhe gave a cold snort.
For a cold beauty like her to offer such high praise was already exceedingly rare. I had only managed it by embellishing the story and weaving in some immortal elements. It was not as though I had specifically crafted it to trick female immortals, but at the very least, it had tremendous penetrative power against immortals who had just begun to fall in love, had not experienced too many emotional twists and turns, and still held beautiful fantasies about love.
Xie Chuhe clearly fit those conditions perfectly. Thus, although the story seemed simple, its offensive power against her was considerable. Moreover, since she believed I was the Beast Prince and had cast herself as the beauty, she had undoubtedly become immersed in the role. Otherwise, why would she have said something like that?
"A talented man and a beautiful woman—doesn't that sound about right?" I said.
Xie Chuhe's face turned cold again, and of course, she looked thoroughly displeased. She even put on an expression of complete disregard. I had no intention of forcing her to respond. After all, the fact that she was lying on top of me was already an enormous compromise on her part.
Her body was as warm and soft as fragrant jade. Just carrying it on my back was enough to make me feel as though I had entered a hazy mist. Not to mention the faint panting she produced while speaking—it rubbed my ear until it went weak and limp. Only by being immersed in it could one truly feel the pleasurable sensation of desire slowly steaming