C339 I Threw Myself into His Arms

Meng Fann's eyes narrowed as he gazed at Lee Shui before him, managing an awkward smile.

Years of cultivation had honed Meng Fann's ability to kill with a mere flick of his fingers, yet he was far from adept when it came to women. Had he been, he wouldn't have avoided Gu Xin'er in the past, nor would he have remained silent, never whispering sweet nothings to Ruo Shuiyi