Chen Shi'an always treated such willingly offered glimpses of flesh with due respect.
Ten breaths of admiring attention-not a single breath less.
Seeing Chen Shi'an's reaction, a sneer flickered across Gu Qingyao's lips.
Ten breaths later, Chen Shi'an raised his head, his eyes clear as water, and smiled. "Miss Gu, aren't you overestimating your charm and worth?
Would I really go up against Wu Dongchuang for you?"
Gu Qingyao visibly froze and was about to speak.
With a sneer, Chen Shi'an added, "To tell you the truth, with looks like yours, if you spent a night of spring passion with me and managed to satisfy me, I might grudgingly let you live another hour."
At his words, shame and fury appeared on Gu Qingyao's face. She suddenly struck, driving a fist toward Chen Shi'an's chest.
Chen Shi'an snorted coldly and lashed out with his palm. Though he struck later, his blow landed first, slapping Gu Qingyao across the face.
With a muffled groan, Gu Qingyao was sent flying. She slammed heavily into an old tree, bounced off, and hit the ground in a dusty, bedraggled heap.
Chen Shi'an had shown not a shred of tenderness toward the fairer sex with that slap.
A scarlet palm print instantly appeared on Gu Qingyao's face.
He was not done yet. Just as Gu Qingyao struggled to her feet, Chen Shi'an darted forward, seized her slender, fair neck, and lifted her straight off the ground.
Choked until her tongue protruded, Gu Qingyao kicked her legs and used both hands to pry desperately at Chen Shi'an's fingers.
But her Origin Force was exhausted, and her physical strength fell far short of Chen Shi'an's. How could she possibly pry them loose?
Ten breaths later, Gu Qingyao's face was swollen red, the veins on her forehead bulged,