Yun Xianxian glared at Lu Chen, who was fiercely gripping her jade legs. This man really was just as she had suspected, always with that one thing on his mind.
But then again, all Lu Chen had done just now was to speak a few words to her master through her body, and he had never seen what her master looked like. So how could he possibly harbor any designs on her master?
This man's harem was filled with stunning beauties, and his primary criterion for selection must be looks, as it had always been when he took consorts. Moreover, his harem was composed almost entirely of women he had handpicked himself, which proved how much he valued the appearance of his consorts.
If this unworthy disciple hadn't yet seen her master, he shouldn't be considering such things about her just yet, although her master was indeed as beautiful as a heavenly fairy, ethereal and aloof.
