In the quiet inner chamber, there were only Jun Xiaoyao and Xia Bingyun.
Jun Xiaoyao was looking at Xia Bingyun.
Her black hair was as dark as ink, elegantly styled into a graceful bun.
Her skin was as fair as jade, with a radiant glow.
Her features were delicate and charming, her eyes captivating.
Her figure wasn't exaggeratedly curvy, but her curves were graceful, exuding the elegance of a lady.
She emanated an aura of elegant and intellectual beauty.
Noticing Jun Xiaoyao's scrutinizing gaze, Xia Bingyun, unusually, felt a tinge of nervousness.
She had always seen through others, but this time, she felt that Jun Xiaoyao had seen through her.
In front of Jun Xiaoyao, it seemed as if all her secrets were laid bare.
"Why are you nervous? I, the Divine Son, am not a demon. Are you afraid I'll devour you?"
Jun Xiaoyao chuckled softly and sat down.
Hearing this, a blush rose on Xia Bingyun's face.
Those words, why did they sound a bit ambiguous and teasing?
