The first light of dawn seeped through the gauzy bed curtains, casting a hazy glow over that breathtakingly beautiful face.
A rosy flush tinged her snow-white cheeks, like dawn rising through the clouds. Her eyes shimmered, and her bashful expression seemed to say something yet hold it back.
Chen Mo's gaze wandered.
He'd seen his fair share of "sights."
There were cool beauties, mature charms, youthful freshness, and heroic spirit among the women around him—every one of them a peerless beauty. But when it came to "bewitching," Gu Manzhi was in a class of her own.
Her unique blend of seductiveness and innocence was as alluring as poppies. He knew they were poisonous, yet he couldn't resist.
Gu Manzhi nestled against Chen Mo. Her keen senses as a sixth-rank occultist let her clearly feel his quickening breath, taut muscles, surging blood, and the pounding of his heart like a war drum.
"Hmm?"
"What is this...?"
Suddenly, she sensed something change, and her pretty face instantly flushed crimson.
She'd almost forgotten: she had the Innate Extreme Yin Physique and hadn't deliberately restrained its aura.
How could a vigorous martial cultivator resist, with the morning's buff bolstering him?
"My physique hasn't fully matured. It would do him more harm than good... Besides, this is a little too fast..."
"But would it be too cruel to push him away just like that?"
Gu Manzhi's thoughts were in a tangle.
Just then, Yu'er's "secret manual" flashed through her mind. Some of its techniques seemed not to require that sort of thing...
She could do this instead...
She lightly bit her lip, her gaze turning resolute, as if she'd made up her mind.
Chen Mo was feeling awkward too.
Little Chen pointed at the enchanting woman in front of him, poised to shoot her down