Li Xian retreated a few steps. Han Zisha felt somewhat defeated, returned to her seat, lightly waved her hand, and the gauze robe floated up from the ground, twining around her fingers, then like water flowing upstream, it ascended along her fingers, traveled along the skin, and once again draped over her shoulders.
Han Zisha said, "I'm here to make a deal with you. A guaranteed profit no loss deal." Li Xian already knew this woman would stop at nothing to achieve her goals, naturally he did not believe her.
Han Zisha said, "Brother Hua, although you have floral admirers, you still have no wife or concubine, right? How about I marry you?"
Li Xian said, "Elder Han, please don't joke like this, you are esteemed as an elder, I am not worthy." Han Zisha replied, "Oh, I am sincere." Her gaze was as if she desired to devour a person.
