"It's only a face. What's so interesting about it?" Ye Xishui froze at his words and replied instinctively.
Her response only made Tian Chen more curious. The original novel had described Ye Xishui as a beauty who was every bit Tang Wutong's equal.
"That's hardly fair of you. We're partners now. If we can't be open with each other, neither of us can feel secure about working together!" Tian Chen said.
"Then step back!" Ye Xishui reached out and pushed him away a little.
Then she slowly removed the blood-red hood from her head.
The instant the hood fell away, long, center-parted violet hair cascaded down, reaching all the way to her heels. Her delicate, coolly beautiful face tapered to a pointed chin, and her skin was as pale as cold jade, with an eerily translucent quality.
She wore a dark-red, wide-sleeved gown with a slit, its color like congealed blood.
The fabric was light and thin, the sinful curves of her chest half-visible beneath the red gauze. Her figure was voluptuous without losing its slenderness, combining a mature woman's lush beauty with a powerhouse's proud bearing.
Wow! Tian Chen marveled inwardly as he looked Ye Xishui up and down.
"Do you like what you see?" Ye Xishui's lips curled coldly as she pressed her ample, sinful curves together with both hands.
"Yes, Senior Ye, you really have retained all your charms! Who would have thought someone over two hundred years old could be so beautiful?"
"Hmph! What's there to care about in a mere face? Pretty to look at, but useless!" Ye Xishui folded her arms across her chest, indifference written across her beautiful face.
"I don't think so. At least to me, someone as beautiful and powerful as you is truly rare, Senior Ye. I can barely resist