Looking at Yaksa, who had clearly become such a lazy shut-in yet immediately put on the act of a promiscuous woman upon seeing him, Ye Weiming could not help finding it amusing.
As he opened the cell door and stepped inside, he replied casually, "Not bad. Oh, Nian Liandan, the one who tried to bully you last time, is dead. This time, he's really dead."
Upon hearing Ye Weiming casually reveal Nian Liandan's fate, Yaksa's gaze sharpened.
Of course, she knew what Ye Weiming meant by "really dead." But rather than feeling happy, she was now more worried about whether she might also end up "really dead."
Naturally, Yaksa was a seasoned actress, and she hid that fear very well. She merely smiled faintly and said, "Then I should thank Lord Ye for venting my anger on my behalf."
After offering Ye Weiming a thank-you that came from nowhere near her heart, Yaksa suddenly patted the bed beside her. "Lord Ye doesn't visit the Heavenly Prison without a reason. Since you came looking for me again, you must have questions to ask, right? Sit down and talk."
Although Ye Weiming remained wary of her, he had no intention of appearing weak. He calmly stepped forward and sat down on the stone bed.
Having learned from last time, he sat farther away from Yaksa this time, leaving her no chance to use his thigh as a pillow.
However, as the saying went, one could guard the head but not the feet. Though Ye Weiming's position prevented Yaksa from resting her head on his lap, she very naturally placed her two snow-white legs across his thighs. Her pale feet swayed back and forth, looking both comfortable and dizzyingly alluring.
Ye Weiming frowned. "Take your feet off me."
Rather than being alarmed by