Yan Xuehen felt angry and distressed. If it really had been just the two of them, she would just lose a bit of face and that would be that. But there was still a man in this room!

The worst part was that Yun Jianyue had just happened to point her bottom toward the wardrobe. Her most private side had been completely exposed before him.

There was no lack of outstanding men who had pursued her in her life. But she cultivated the Unshakable Daoist Manual, so icy coldness had already been embedded deep within her bones. Those men had quickly backed off out of awkwardness. Her heart had never rippled even once from start to finish; all such things felt like fallen leaves, scattering and disappearing in the breeze.

Even so, as the leader of the White Jade Sect, she had spent quite some time wandering the world. She still interacted with some people...