Mei Xian'er's seductive voice drifted into Yi Feng's ears, leaving him completely stunned.
Damn it, what was going on?
Earlier, she had looked like she wanted to kill someone, yet after those two guys left, she pulled this on him?
Those bare, gleaming legs had caught him completely off guard.
Losing his mind after falling for it was impossible, of course, but how did that old saying go again?
Even heroes could not pass the beauty's gate.
He was still a hot-blooded grown man, after all. How was anyone supposed to endure this?
As Yi Feng grumbled inwardly, Mei Xian'er watched him stand there in a daze, the corners of her lips curling upward slightly.
She liked seeing men wear that look before her, wanting her but unable to stop themselves.
Especially men like Yi Feng—interesting, yet difficult to conquer. They truly stirred her desire to conquer them.
Of course.
What gave her an even greater sense of accomplishment was that although the man before her looked like this, he still hesitated to make a move. That was what made things truly interesting.
"Do you want it?"
she asked lazily.
Without waiting for Yi Feng to answer, she continued, "I know you don't dare."
"And I can't blame you. Everyone knows I'm the captain of Line Eight, an important figure in Linglong Pavilion. Countless experts across the Heavenly Domain pursue me and covet me."
"If you really dared, and word of today's events got out, countless people would hunt you down. You probably wouldn't live past three days."
"Hehe..."
The woman covered her mouth and laughed, convinced that she had seized Yi Feng's weak spot and was now toying with him, avenging his earlier lack of appreciation.
This was the greatest blow she could deal to a man's pride.
Little