Devour

"Chop it off?"

Watching her put on that deliberately icy expression, Xu Yuan lightly raised a brow.

Threatening him with something so unrealistic was less effective than simply declaring she would beat him up.

"What?" Tianyan stood with her back to him, a zhang away from the bed, her petite, exquisite figure shrouded beneath a broad palace gown. "You think I wouldn't dare?"

"Whether you dare is one matter. Whether you can bear to is another."

Undoing the sash at his waist, Xu Yuan said with a soft laugh, "If you chopped it off, could you really bear it?"

Tianyan answered without hesitation, a cold smile in her voice:

"Why wouldn't I? A lecher like you—only by chopping that thing off would you—"

Halfway through, Tianyan's voice abruptly cut off.

Once she realized the second meaning hidden in that bastard's words, her entire body seemed to have been struck by the Word Mantra of "Still."

Seeing this, Xu Yuan slowly rose to his feet.

This washboard Saintess had reacted rather quickly.

His clothes rustled as he undressed, and Xu Yuan continued softly:

"See? I knew you wouldn't be able to bear it—"

"Still."

Before he could finish, a single word left her lips.

Overwhelming pressure instantly enveloped his entire body, and Xu Yuan's hand, which had been untying the straps of his inner robe, froze in place.

It seemed his words had truly angered Tianyan. This time, the Word Mantra of "Still" did not merely immobilize his body—his Will Soul, even his Spirit Sight, were firmly fixed in place as well.

Within his frozen field of vision, the barefoot girl floating in the air a zhang away slowly turned around.

At that moment, Xu Yuan felt that if gazes could become blades, he would already have been sliced into a