As she watched Sikong Jing stare blankly, Hua Meixi's expression slowly changed from initial confusion to livid anger. This man, whom Uncle Yao and Mother had placed such high hopes on, seemed no different from any other man.
He was simply staring straight at her, stirring revulsion in her heart.
Yet Hua Meixi still forced herself to endure Sikong Jing's gaze. Thinking of all the times she had been slapped in the face and misunderstood in the past, perhaps she was misunderstanding Sikong Jing now as well?
As long as he did nothing excessive, she would bear with it for now.
"Beautiful... truly beautiful." Suddenly, Sikong Jing murmured in a low voice.
In an instant, Hua Meixi shot to her feet with a bang and cried out, "Sikong Jing, you have a wife!"
This bastard—could he really no longer hold himself back? Was he about to reveal his beastly nature toward her?
Though it was because her Demonic Charm Battle Body was simply too alluring, Hua Meixi still felt deeply upset.
Yet Sikong Jing said softly, "I wasn't talking about you. I meant that Night Charm is beautiful—beautiful beyond measure."
At those words, Hua Meixi froze and asked, "Night Charm? What kind of thing is that?"
At this moment, Hua Meixi had nearly vanished from Sikong Jing's eyes. In his gaze, she seemed to transform into an incomparably exquisite demonic beast. It resembled a spirit cat, its fur continuously shifting into dazzling, multicolored hues.
It seemed capable of stealing souls and ravishing hearts, making one want to cradle it in the palm of one's hand and cherish it.
Sikong Jing did not answer Hua Meixi's question. Instead, he muttered, "So that's it. The bloodline of your Demonic Charm Battle Body also comes purely from Night Charm, rather than some other