Yan Beichen glanced at Li Niang, her eyes held no joy, only cautiousness.
He closed his eyes, recalling the words of Yun Jiao, feeling somewhat influenced by them.
He had never cared if women liked him or not; it was meaningless. To him, women were no different than used white silk handkerchiefs to be discarded.
At this moment, Li Niang suddenly exclaimed, "Ah, there's a scratch on your face, Master!"
"Quick, bring the ointment!"
Yan Beichen waved his hand, "No need."
Li Niang blew gently on Yan Beichen's face, "Did that girl scratch you, Master?"
Yan Beichen stared at the ceiling, "No, it was a little wild cat that I haven't tamed yet."
Li Niang giggled, "Is there a woman the Master can't tame?"
Yan Beichen was silent for a moment, "Leave, and take that woman off my bed as well."
Li Niang said no more, and shortly after, two old women entered and carried away the unconscious young girl.
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