With a warm, fragrant beauty in his arms, Zhou Wuji could not help feeling stirred.
He had never considered himself a gentleman. There were things he did not do because he was unwilling to pay the corresponding price, not because he was as morally upright as a gentleman.
In terms of allure, this captivating, seductive woman surpassed every beauty he knew.
She could be called a rare beauty.
Besides, Yan Baoying was a Fourth Rank martial artist in her own right, and her father was a Third Rank expert. No matter how uninhibited a woman of her standing might be, she would hardly seek intimacy with him on only their second meeting.
Her actions were merely meant to bring them closer and, more likely, to test his character.
To think Yan Baoying could not help herself and was burning with desire for him would be rather conceited.
Most importantly, even if Yan Baoying really wanted to sleep with him, she would have to be more restrained.
This woman was so clever that she surely understood goods offered for free were worth little. There was absolutely no chance she would do anything with him now.
Zhou Wuji took Yan Baoying by her delicate hand and helped her soft, fair, fragrant and beautiful body upright. Smiling, he said, "Miss Yan, you're being too formal. It was a trifling matter; there's no need to speak of repayment."
He went on, "I also have a small favor to ask of you, Miss Yan."
Pressed against Zhou Wuji, Yan Baoying looked at his eyes, bright as stars, and his incomparably handsome face, and she too felt somewhat dazzled.
Whatever the future might hold, his bearing and appearance alone were enough to make her deeply fond of him.
Unfortunately, Zhou Wuji was a True Disciple Candidate