Although he had already guessed Bai Ling's intentions, when such an impactful scene unfolded before him, Lu Qian still fell into a brief stupor, holding his breath involuntarily.
Such a sect leader, in such a disordered posture, speaking words of self-deprecation, like a puppy seeking approval beneath one's knee…
Lu Qian scrutinized the jade-like body from top to bottom. Feeling Lu Qian's gaze, a blush spread across Bai Ling's smooth, fair skin, making her appear even more charming and alluring.
She cast a bewitching glance at Lu Qian, and seeing that he made no move, she bit her red lips, her slender, pale hand already climbing up Lu Qian's calf, slowly raising her face.
However, Lu Qian had already come to his senses. As he looked at Bai Ling, who was trying to curry favor, his heart was very complex. Three parts desire, three parts vigilance, and four parts pity.
