Yet, Si Chen was an exceptionally sincere man. While the Demon Lord, carrying the heart of a maiden, wished to flirt and argue with him, he was regrettably oblivious.
Baili An smiled apologetically toward her and said, "I'm sorry."
At this moment, was she seeking his apology?
The Female Demon Lord's face instantly turned icy cold as she saw his preoccupied expression. Dangerous storms gathered in her eyes, and she let out a cold laugh.
Drawing nearer, the Demon Lord sniffed delicately at his neck, her eyes growing unusually dark and cold. "You, whom did you invite to serve you last night? Those two dancing witches? Or was it Ning Fei Yan?"
Baili An's eyes widened slightly as he stepped back reflexively, taken aback by her blunt question.
Yet after a second thought, instead of offering explanations, he preferred to leave an impression of his nature as a flirtatious man, indulging day and night in pleasures. After all, no woman in the world liked a man who was too amorous.
