This woman is already outstanding, whether in appearance or temperament, not to mention the majesty of the Heavenly Venerate. It is rare for ordinary men to make her lower her gaze. Yet, the man in front of her, clad in plain white clothes with clear and harmonious eyebrows, is obviously different from those men. Even after just having a subtle moment of intimacy, she is not angry, only feeling secretly uneasy, thinking she might be overthinking...
It's a subconscious feeling, as if she's afraid of desecrating the other person.
After all, he's just a man.
Could it be because he saved her?
She even finds the fragrance on this man's body exceptionally pleasant...
Instinctively, she backs away a little, her slender fingers lightly grasping the sleeve.
"Consider it so."
It seems this person isn't from the Military Department, but knows General Yun.
"No need to trade; I'll take this Ten Thousand Year Ice Marrow, and the flower belongs to you."
