"The White Dragon King is truly miraculous. Would you like me to introduce you to him? You should also go and see the master."

Shen Fang flatly refused. What a joke! He didn't believe in this stuff to begin with. Asking him to see these so-called masters—if they were fake, fine, but what if they were real? What would he do then? He was a reincarnated person, after all!

"Take a look, it's really effective."

"Sister Qiong, this stuff is a matter of belief. If you believe it, it's true; if you don't, then I don't. Even if it's accurate, I don't want others to be able to see through my life. I only believe that human will can overcome fate."

"I love your confident demeanor." Pansy Ho stared at Shen Fang's face, completely captivated. She had only ever loved one man in her life, but that man couldn't marry her. His melancholic air fascinated her, but now that he was gone, Pansy Ho had let go of the past.

Shen Fang was different from that man. Sometimes he was sharp and shrewd, sometimes he was witty and humorous, sometimes he even had a bit of a bad boy's playfulness, sometimes he was as calm as a seasoned sage capable of saving a great empire, and sometimes he was especially gentle, like a young master of a prosperous age. All the good masculine qualities could be embodied in Shen Fang. He Chaoqiong had never met such a special man before. For a moment, He Chaoqiong really felt the horror of time. Why did she have to meet such a man who made her heart flutter at the age when her beauty had faded?

"They say confident men are the most handsome," Shen Fang said, lounging on the sofa with his long legs crossed, looking at Pansy Ho.

"Shall I give you a foot massage?"

"Wow, is this something I can enjoy? Miss He is giving me a foot massage? Am I too honored?"

"What a disgrace!" Pansy Ho rolled her eyes at Shen Fang, placed Shen Fang's feet on her knees, and began to massage Shen Fang.

"Shen Fang enjoyed the treatment of an emperor." Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the snow-white skin on Pansy Ho's chest. It was round and smooth, with a few blue veins. It was so delicate that it was hard to believe that someone almost 40 years old could have such skin. Shen Fang had to admit that women from wealthy families really took good care of themselves.

Pansy Ho suddenly looked up at Chen Fang with a smile: "Is it pretty? Is it fair? Do you want to touch it?"

One sentence was enough to burn out Chen Fang's CPU.

This is blatant seduction!!!

"Ahem, is that alright?"

Pansy Ho moved closer to Shen Fang, and a faint fruity fragrance wafted out, which was very refreshing. Pansy Ho raised her chest and puffed out her cheeks in front of Shen Fang.

"Touch me, it's been so many years since a man has touched me, let me touch you."

Slurp, slurp... This isn't quite right... Shen Fang felt his hands starting to move out of his control...

Seeing that Shen Fang hadn't made a move yet, Pansy Ho simply took Shen Fang's hand and placed it on her ample bosom, rubbing it a couple of times.

She winked at Chen Fang: "How do you feel?"

Shen Fang awkwardly touched his nose: "It's fine..."

"Coward, pshaw!!!"

The two separated, and a minute passed, with an awkward atmosphere in the air.

Two minutes passed...

Pansy Ho stood up and looked at Shen Fang: "Shen Fang, you really have a strange magic on me. I never believed in love at first sight before, but now I do. You should leave. I can't control myself."

Shen Fang: "Um... Sister Qiong..."

"Seriously, hurry up and leave. The more I look at you, the more I'm hooked. If you don't leave, I'm going to eat you up."

Chen Fang... Sister Qiong, you used all my words!!!

"Um, Sister Qiong, I'll be going now."

Shen Fang quickly got up and opened He Chaoqiong's room.

Watching Shen Fang's departing figure, Pansy Ho's face showed anger. She slammed her hand hard against the cushion in front of her. "You damn man! You just leave like that? I've been so direct, and you still haven't pounced on me!"