The depths of winter.0

Outside the Faculty of Seduction, pale snowflakes drifted silently down, crystalline and cold, like icy needles that could pierce straight through the soul.0

By the red glow of a brazier, Bai Xinxuan rubbed her hands together for warmth, her cheeks flushed pink. She looked every bit the picture of an innocent young girl.0

Thanks to the secret art of Joyous Union, she could glean fragments of Li Yuan’s preferences each time they interacted. After several months of carefully adapting to his temperament, she had more or less figured out the type of woman this ancient monster liked, naive, full of life, and seemingly untouched by the shadows of the world.0

People were always drawn to what they lacked.0

And Li Yuan, this seemingly old monster with a mind as deep and intricate as an ocean trench, constantly spinning schemes in that unfathomable head of his, was the kind of man who yearned for simplicity. He didn’t want a partner who matched his cunning. He wanted someone who understood nothing at all.0

Bai Xinxuan understood men. Even though she knew she was far from the innocent, lively girl he seemed to want, she still did her best to play the part.0

At last, once the inner hall...0