"Why are you suddenly staring at me like that?" Celia Xiao, the immortal beauty, was as sharp as ever. Ryan Ling's sudden "strange movement" was instantly noticed by her. She immediately turned around and looked at him, and with that one glance, Ryan felt like needles were pricking his whole body—like he’d been tossed into a furnace.
Immediately, Ryan stammered, "I wasn’t looking, really—I wasn’t!"
"Haha, are you thinking my boobs are pretty big?" Celia Xiao burst out laughing, totally unashamed. Instead, Ryan’s shyness only made her lean in closer—her proud, ample chest pressing right up against him.
Ryan jolted hard. Not only was Celia Xiao gorgeous and stacked, but her words were like a magical curse for any guy—he was so mesmerized, he literally started drooling.
"No, I wasn’t thinking anything weird, I swear!" In this situation, with Celia Xiao openly teasing him, Ryan was honestly suffering. Even if he did have those thoughts about her, he wouldn’t dare act on them—her power was off the charts. Forget sleeping with her; just touching her real body might make him explode on the spot.
Ryan knew his limits!
The gap in power between them was just too huge!
"How could you not think anything dirty? You’re supposed to! What, my body’s not enough to tempt you?" But instead of being angry, Celia Xiao actually looked a little hurt.
Hearing that, Ryan nearly spat blood. Celia Xiao’s flirtiness could seriously compete with Anqi Chen!
But just as things hit peak awkwardness, the Western Pacifying King lost his temper. This time, he was absolutely furious—it wasn’t just about losing face anymore. This was a next-level humiliation!