"So this is the kind of conversation happening in my hall while I was refining pills?"
Yanmei's face flushed instantly. The sudden voice behind her startled her so badly that she jerked in surprise. The chair beneath her scraped loudly across the floor as she lost her balance and nearly fell toward Xuanyan.
Xuanyan frowned slightly, not understanding why Yanmei reacted so strongly. But when his gaze moved past her shoulder, he immediately saw the reason.
Mei Lingyao was standing there.
For a brief moment, Xuanyan's mind went completely blank. All thoughts disappeared the instant his eyes landed on her.
She stood there dressed in black, the color hugging her body so closely it felt as if the dress had been made only for her. The smooth fabric reflected the soft light of the room, tracing every curve of her figure without trying to hide them.
