A bewitching voice drifted into Yi Feng’s ears, leaving him utterly stunned.
What the hell is going on?
Just moments ago, this woman looked like she was ready to kill someone, but after those two guys left, she pulled this stunt?
Those bare, smooth legs caught him completely off guard.
Though he wouldn’t lose his mind over it, there’s an old saying, isn’t there?
Even the mightiest hero can’t resist the charms of a beauty.
After all, he was a red-blooded man—how could anyone endure this?
As Yi Feng was silently cursing in his mind, Mei Xian'er watched his dazed expression and curled her lips into a faint smirk.
She loved seeing men reduced to this helpless state in front of her.
Especially a man like Yi Feng—interesting yet hard to conquer—it only fueled her desire to tame him.
Of course.
What amused her even more was how he clearly wanted her but didn’t dare make a move. That was the most entertaining part.
“Do you want to?” she asked lazily.
Without waiting for his answer, she continued, “But I know you don’t dare.”
“Not that I blame you. After all, everyone knows I’m the captain of Line Eight, a prominent figure of the Linglong Pavilion. Countless experts across the Heavenly Domain crave me.”
“If you actually dared, word of today would spread, and you’d be hunted down within three days.”
“Hehe…”
Covering her mouth, she giggled, convinced she had Yi Feng by the throat, toying with him to avenge his earlier indifference.
This was the best way to crush a man’s pride.
Little fool, you’re no match for me.
However.
What she didn’t expect was a hand suddenly gripping her delicate ankle, yanking her off the table, while another arm wrapped around her slender waist.
“Hehe…”
Seeing Yi Feng seemingly on the verge of losing control, Mei Xian'er’s laughter grew even more delighted.
Holding a grudge, she taunted him further, “Don’t just talk the talk—come on, show me what you’ve got!”
She pressed herself against him, fingers teasing the fabric of his robes at his chest.
She was certain he was entranced but too intimidated by her status to act.
But reality.
Was nothing like she imagined.
“Rip—”
The sound of tearing fabric echoed as a cold breeze swept over Mei Xian'er. Before she knew it, Yi Feng had tossed her onto the nearby bed and pinned her down beneath him.
“Y-you… how dare you?!”
His sudden aggression shattered her illusion of control. She never expected Yi Feng to actually go through with it.
“Why wouldn’t I dare? Weren’t you the one who said it?” Yi Feng retorted irritably.
“But…”
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm and regain control. With a practiced smile, she reminded him, “I did say that, but you should think carefully. The consequences will be severe.”
“If I spread word of this, your troubles will be endless. Three days of survival would be optimistic—you might not even last one.”
“Is that so?”
Yi Feng paused, his hands stilling as he asked.
“Of course. Do you think I’d lie?”
Mei Xian'er smirked, confident she had regained the upper hand. She rolled onto her side, facing him with a provocative grin. “If you’ve got the guts, then go ahead.”
“Words alone prove nothing. Evidence is what matters.”
With a wave of his hand, Yi Feng placed a jade slip recording the scene beside them.
“When you spread the news, make sure to include this. And don’t even give me an hour to live.”
Another rip followed.
A cold gust swept over her as Mei Xian'er’s eyes widened in shock.
He recorded it?!
Glancing at the jade slip, she finally realized she had never been in control—instead, Yi Feng had been toying with her all along.
She knew she couldn’t let this continue.
Otherwise, this brat might really…
Her figure flickered like a ghost as she slipped away, reappearing nearby with fresh robes draped over her, as if nothing had happened. She chuckled lightly. “Young Master Yi, I was just teasing you earlier. I hope you won’t take it to heart.”
Before she could finish, a force slammed into her.
Thud!
An over-the-shoulder throw sent her crashing onto the deck.
“Damn it, you got me all worked up just to say it was a joke? What kind of crap is this, you tease? Pah!”
Fuming, Yi Feng stormed off, leaving Mei Xian'er sprawled on the deck, utterly bewildered.
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