Meng Bai found that the woman were a lot less reserved than he first thought.
At first, it had been harmless.
Teasing glances. Soft laughter. Playful jabs about his cultivation and his cute nose.
But now Meng Bai was starting to sweat—and not from excitement.
The women had drawn closer. Too close.
The one who had poured him tea earlier now had her hand resting atop his, her fingers slowly tracing faint circles on his skin. Her eyes, though still smiling, held a weight to them—one that didn't quite match the playful tone of her voice.
"Senior Brother Meng," she purred, "you must have some truly rare treasures on you. Surely a powerful young man like yourself carries more than just good looks?"
Before he could respond, the second woman leaned in from the other side, brushing her lips near his ear as she whispered, "You know, we've always heard that men from the Silent Lotus World carry the scent of spirit lotuses… Is that true? Or is it just you?"
