Desensitization Test

Xiao Yan looked straight into Yao Wan's eyes, making her silently shift her gaze away, somewhat afraid to meet his.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yan was growing increasingly dissatisfied with the fair lotus foot obediently resting in his palm, allowing him to toy with it as he pleased. His fingertips became less than well-behaved, creeping from where they had merely been pinching Yao Wan's foot up to her ankle.

Xiao Yan could not help lowering his head to look at her again.

But this time, he was not looking at those pale golden eyes of hers—eyes that always seemed wild and unrestrained, easygoing and carefree, yet at times as gentle as the breeze and tender as water—nor at her brows and features.

It was probably that so-called look a man gave a woman.

Yao Wan did not have a habit of changing clothes for no reason. On the contrary, thanks to cultivation keeping her free of dust and grime, she changed clothes very rarely. She was not one to fuss over her appearance, only changing when she instinctively felt that her clothes had become dirty.

Thus, most of the time Xiao Yan saw her in that azure-blue long dress, with perhaps one or two different styles on rare occasions.

Though she looked beautiful even like that, Xiao Yan could still tell that Wan'er was probably not the type who excelled at dressing herself up.

He could understand that.

A woman dressed for the one who pleased her.

Before someone had completely captured a woman with her temperament, she had simply been like this.

After all, no one had the right to make her consider what sort of clothes she ought to wear. Even after they had confirmed their relationship, since Xiao Yan never said anything, Yao Wan naturally remained exactly as she