C232 Belen O'brien

When Wang Ziyu's pointed question cut through the air, Pei Junlin nearly choked on his breakfast, the food almost spraying from his mouth.

She was clearly up to no good, setting him up for a fall. And it wasn't just about looks; even if Belen didn't hold a candle to Wang Ziqiong's beauty, or if she surpassed it, he was the Asura General, not some superficial, lustful fool