Xi Youmeng caught the trace of awkwardness on Lu Feng's face, and her heart swelled with even greater pride.
Just as I expected. Merely hearing that I came to offer a dance has already made him this awkward. Once I bluff him a little more, I'll surely frighten him into submission.
With that thought,
Xi Youmeng said proudly, "I came to fulfill the condition I promised you. But before I do, there is something I must tell you first."
Her cunning words carried a hint of warning.
Lu Feng frowned in bewilderment. Xi Youmeng's smug, threatening demeanor, as if she had him completely figured out, stirred a trace of displeasure in him. The words that had reached his lips were withdrawn as he wondered what medicine she was selling from her gourd.
Xi Youmeng raised her chin and declared righteously, "Esteemed Guest has surely heard of Shadow Pavilion's rules. As messengers, we never show our true faces to others, and the same goes for our bodies. Should a man see either, we either kill him or devote ourselves to marrying him. So, does Young Master still wish for me to perform this Gentle Dance? Have you made preparations to take responsibility?"
Once she finished speaking, the corners of her lips visibly lifted higher. She looked at Lu Feng as though she had him firmly in her grasp, seemingly waiting to see him frightened out of his wits.
Yet—
Lu Feng seemed to have seen through her thoughts, and the corners of his mouth likewise curved upward.
That somewhat devilish smile looked especially captivating beneath the gentle light, yet it also brimmed with dangerous intent.
It made Xi Youmeng's heart flutter uneasily.
Lu Feng stared directly at Xi Youmeng and gave an eerie smile. "In that case, there is no need