"Tsk, after all these years apart, you've certainly blossomed~"
As Yao Ye turned around, Hun Changqing's gaze was immediately drawn to her graceful, voluptuous figure. A gleam appeared in his eyes, and a smile curled his lips. That morning at the Mittel Family estate, Ya Fei had been beside him, so he had not let his gaze linger on Yao Ye. Only now did he begin looking her over, and she proved quite a pleasant surprise.
"Ah! H-have I? I'm... not sure. I haven't really noticed any changes. But these past few years, more people have been sneaking looks at me than before. It's rather annoying."
Hearing Hun Changqing's unabashedly blunt words and feeling his aggressive gaze sweep brazenly over her body, Yao Ye's lovely face flushed scarlet. Embarrassment welled up inside her. Unsure how to answer, she could only offer a stumbling explanation, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself.
But just as she raised her hands, Yao Ye forcibly suppressed the impulse and lowered them again. At a loss for where to put them, she tucked them behind her back and interlaced her fingers, fidgeting so restlessly that she nearly tied them into knots, hoping to ease the strange atmosphere.
Had any other man dared speak so bluntly to Yao Ye and stare at her body with such a lecherous gaze, she would have flown into a rage. Even tearing him into ten thousand pieces might not have quenched her hatred. Yet when Hun Changqing treated her this way, she could summon no anger at all. Beneath her endless embarrassment lay a little secret delight, and, faintly, she even found it thrilling.
"Those caught in the middle can't see clearly. All I can say is that the crowd's eyes are sharp. So many women in this world long