Lady Han Yao took another step forward; the light gauze slipped down, revealing her fragrant shoulders.
By this time, the courtyard was already deserted, and she believed Zhang Ze had fallen into her grasp.
Today, she heard her eldest speak of a disciple from the Seventh Sword Pavilion.
She became somewhat interested, wanting to have a look, maybe play a little.
Zhang Ze retreated again, thinking to himself if the atmosphere in Cold City was indeed problematic.
He didn't look at Lady Han Yao and deliberately turned his head to the side.
Seeing Zhang Ze's demeanor, Lady Han Yao instead started to laugh.
She didn't expect this kid to be so unyielding.
Lady Han Yao became even more interested in Zhang Ze, feeling she could have a good time.
She licked her lips, contemplating whether she should take him by force tonight, regardless.
She didn't believe anyone could resist her charms once tasted.
How could this rookie escape from her grasp?
