"Hey, hey, what are you trying to do? I'm telling you, I'm not particularly fond of girls who offer themselves up for my bed." With his hands bound behind his back, Nangong Yuntian teased her while secretly trying to loosen the whip behind him.
He had been careless, too. He had not even asked why she had come. What if that woman had sent someone else to test him?
With a sharp kick, Qian Wanyu turned the man facing her around, swiftly took off her outer robe, and tossed it onto his reclining chair.
"Change, quickly. Can you speak the Beast Tribe's language?"
"Uh-" The sensual fantasies in Nangong Yuntian's mind quickly vanished. She also withdrew the long whip binding his hands. "A little."
"Imitate that steward's tone later."
Qian Wanyu tossed him the mask and clothes, changed back into women's clothing, and sat there quietly.
Holding the clothes and mask, Nangong Yuntian stared blankly for a moment before realizing what she intended to do. Still, he was more interested in the face before him now. With an utterly shameless air, he looked Qian Wanyu up and down. "Actually, if you offered yourself up for my bed, I'd be quite happy to accept."
Without hesitation, Qian Wanyu drew her Water-Thunder Whip and shattered the table opposite her with a single lash, then gave a cold laugh.
Nangong Yuntian immediately turned away. "I didn't get to see anything when you changed just now. This time, it's your turn to look away. My... only a girl who marries me is allowed to see."
Qian Wanyu rather missed having Ninth Sister around. If she were here, she would only need a needle and thread to sew that sharp mouth shut.
"In a moment, you'll put on a little one-man show. Carry these things