Ning Xuan sat in the seat of honor, flanked by Chen Nan and Lin Mo. Both men sat with perfect posture, perched on the edges of their seats, ready to rise and serve her at a moment's notice.
To prevent the young Attendants from being affected by her pheromones, Yan Fuzhen had them all withdraw, intending to serve Ning Xuan's meal himself.
Ning Xuan was especially sensitive to the scent of blood right now. From the moment Yan Fuzhen approached, the thick, metallic odor filled her senses. Yan Fuzhen's Spiritual Power Level was SSS-level, and the energy in his blood was potent. Smelling it made her swallow hard. A wave of thirst washed over her. She picked up a glass of warm water to her right and drank it in one gulp. Licking her lips, she found she was only thirstier than before.
Ning Xuan slammed the glass down on the table. "Housekeeper Yan, go treat your injuries. Don't come see me again until you're fully healed."
