She didn't act like a demure lady, but a suave, incredibly confident, and polite young gentleman.
Without the dirt, blood, and soot of the dungeon, her androgynous beauty was devastating.
Her skin was pale and flawless, her jawline sharp, and her dark, silver-flecked eyes possessed a magnetic, lazy arrogance that was utterly hypnotic.
"Sister Wan," Ji'an said smoothly, noticing that the fifteen-year-old girl sitting across from her was struggling to reach the roasted duck.
Ji'an casually picked up a pair of pristine serving chopsticks.
With a fluid, elegant motion, she selected the finest, crispiest cut of the duck breast and placed it gently onto Lin Wan's porcelain plate.
Ji'an offered the girl a soft and devastatingly charming smile. "You should eat more of the meat. The spiritual energy will help stabilize your core. Don't be shy."
