Zu An gave the black-clad Daji a look and replied, “Her? She changed her clothes by herself, of course.”

This wasn’t the first time Yan Xuehen had seen Daji. When she saw the voluminous gown wrapped around Daji, her expression immediately turned a bit suspicious.

Zu An suddenly realized what she was thinking. He burst into laughter and said, “Don’t worry. she only put on another layer outside her own clothes. Are you worried that she changed in front of me?”

Yan Xuehen’s face heated up. She replied, “Whether she takes them off or not has nothing to do with me. Why would I be worried?”

Even though this wasn’t the first time she had met Daji, she still couldn't help but be amazed by the woman’s beauty. She was so beautiful, and yet she didn’t have a soul.

Zu An chuckled. He reached out his hand to grope Daji, but his hand was smacked away. He said, “See? We’re just master and servant. There’s nothing vulgar, despite what you were thinking.”

Yan Xuehen grinned, but she wasn’t willing to admit to anything. She said, “Lady Daji is so guarded against you even without a soul. Are you still not going...