Confrontation

His palm was wide, making the contrast with the little bun in his hand even more pitiful.

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.

Emperor Fuyao's forehead was covered in sweat, and it was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the wind.

"Without ample bosom, how can one gather people's hearts?" Night Chongyuan narrowed his phoenix-like eyes, revealing a hint of lazy seduction. Naturally, he raised his hand and playfully compared her chest with his clearly defined, slender fingers.

Emperor Fuyao suppressed her anger and took a deep breath, revealing a gentle smile. "Perverted sir, as they say, if one's chest is not flat, how can they flatten the world?"

"Witty and eloquent," Night Chongyuan's lips curved with a cold smirk.

"Mad pervert," Emperor Fuyao retorted with sharp sarcasm, giving him a direct, disdainful look as if he were an idiot.

This look didn't matter, but in the hazy silver moonlight, she finally saw the true face of this "perverted sir" up close.

He was like a jade tree, dressed in a luxurious soft robe of dark gold silk. The silver moonlight sprinkled a sacred aura over him, but the aura he emitted was icy, aloof, and filled with a chilling, forbidding presence that made one shudder in fear, like a demon.

What was even more astonishing was his extraordinarily handsome face.

His features were extremely delicate, with sharp edges and a devilish charm.

His slender phoenix-like eyes were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of lazy elegance.

His thin lips were lightly pursed, their curve graceful but also tinged with a hint of ridicule.

His skin, as smooth as white jade, was enough to make any woman feel ashamed. He was a combination of beauty and enchantment, a genuine demon!

"Tsk..." Emperor Fuyao couldn't help but swallow her saliva, her voice particularly clear in the darkness.

Night Chongyuan's phoenix-like eyes deepened like an ancient pool, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Little girl, have you never seen a man before? Are you so thirsty?"

Emperor Fuyao's mouth twitched, and she looked him up and down with a slightly critical gaze, her eyes finally stopping at his crotch. With a hint of apology, she said, "Sorry, I'm not interested in dizzying needles."

The air suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"Is that so?"

Night Chongyuan's cold and seductive voice sounded, his eyes squinting as he reached out with his big hand. Emperor Fuyao had already prepared to defend herself and dodged, but unexpectedly, she landed right in his embrace.

His powerful palm firmly grasped her waist, and he pressed down on her fragile body. His eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of frivolity as he spoke in a slightly wicked tone, "Is it a needle? Do you want to check the goods?"

Emperor Fuyao struggled, but he held her tightly in his embrace. Even through his luxurious robe, she could feel the strong and rhythmic beating of his heart.

She gave him a faint smile, her voice icy cold. "I've already finished the inspection. There's no need to touch you to know the size down there."

Night Chongyuan didn't get angry but instead smiled with interest, his phoenix-like eyes fixed on her. It was as if he had heard something unimaginable.

It was said that women from the Southern Xuan region were gentle and graceful, but this girl was cunning and vicious, with a foul mouth and no trace of restraint. She was completely different from the rumored timid and cowardly nature, but her appearance was indeed the same—ugly, with a resolute personality.

She had a frail figure, and her palm-sized face looked emaciated from long-term malnourishment. One side of her face was covered by a black mark, while the other side was pretty and charming, a mix of devil and angel. People called this horrifying face the Yin-Yang ghost face, and it instilled fear in anyone who saw it.

"What are you staring at?" Emperor Fuyao felt uncomfortable under his gaze and raised her head, defiantly shouting at him.

Night Chongyuan's slightly red lips curled with a strange smile, his gaze sweeping over her.

Although this girl had facial flaws, it didn't hinder the intelligence and shrewdness that shone in her watery, ink-like eyes. It was treacherous and cunning, like a dusty pearl quietly emanating its peerless brilliance.

Despite being restrained, she remained calm, her eyes filled with a wild and proud spirit, resembling an untamed little wildcat.

"Hehe," Night Chongyuan laughed with great interest, tightening his grip on her waist.

Emperor Fuyao was pressed tightly against his chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. She smiled slightly and mocked, "A pervert is always a pervert. You have such peculiar tastes. Come on, let's hurt each other!"

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