Mu Yuehan spoke, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears.
This was somewhat out of character with her usually cool and peerless aura.
It was hard to imagine that the cold and otherworldly Saintess of Guanghan Palace could have such a "desirous" side.
This was almost not a hint, but an outright declaration.
Because Jun Xiaoyao was simply too outstanding, there were few women who could resist his allure.
Even though Mu Yuehan was the Saintess of Guanghan Palace, she was merely a minor character in the presence of Jun Xiaoyao's status.
"I, the Divine Son, have said before, the size might be something you can't accept." Jun Xiaoyao said blandly.
Mu Yuehan was indeed beautiful, with jade-like arms, long, elegant legs, cold yet captivating, fair as the bright moon.
But Jun Xiaoyao was not a dog that would jump at any hole it saw.
To him, things that were easily attainable held no interest at all.
