Jian Dan, who was similarly carried back to her room, found herself gently placed on the floor by Chu Liyuan once they arrived. Without saying a word, he just stared at her, as if he hadn't seen her for a century.
Jian Dan didn't speak either, utterly captivated by the assassin, Chu Liyuan.
Right now, Chu Liyuan was wearing a white bathrobe, its belt loosely tied around his waist, his well-defined chest muscles faintly visible, his hair unstyled and naturally flowing, his body still emanating waves of fragrance...
Jian Dan's chest rose and fell more noticeably.
"Uncle, who are you trying to kill with your charm?" Jian Dan's eyes didn't stray from Chu Liyuan's body for a moment.
Those words came out spontaneously, without any thought process.
Chu Liyuan's mouth curved into a large arc at Jian Dan's words, and he pulled her into his embrace, "You're far in the horizon but also right before my eyes! Well, have I bewitched you again?"
"Isn't my current state expressive enough?"
