Seeing Lü Yang struggle to suppress his obvious arousal, Master Miaoyin maintained her smile while sneering inwardly.
'Heh, men!'
The next second, she took a step back. The flirtatious woman from a moment ago was gone, replaced by her usual elegant, dignified grace.
She knew exactly how men like this thought. Throwing oneself at a man was the crudest way to seduce him. The truly effective method was to play hard to get. Men always wanted what they couldn't have. Only by stringing him along, by pulling him back and forth, could she completely control him.
"So, Daoist, are you willing to talk?"
Master Miaoyin's tone was gentle, as if her earlier provocative words had been an unintentional slip and she hadn't meant them at all.
'Being inscrutable is what makes them itch for you!'
Just as she expected, Lü Yang's eager restlessness became even more apparent. He spoke faster, "...You haven't said why you've sought me out, my lady."
