Elysia's eyes sparkled, her fingers dancing along the table. "Propriety?" she echoed innocently. "Is that something that helps you win a man's heart, or just a way to lose out on his meat?"
Xin Yan didn't respond.
She knew the woman was baiting her by bringing up this topic. Elyisa was the only woman Noah had slept with till now, while she still had not crossed that line with him.
Yet somehow Xin Yan managed to not fall for her tricks and managed to control herself.
She merely leaned slightly forward, resting her cheek on her palm and blinking slowly. Her cold glare softened—just a touch—but now it carried a different kind of pressure. The kind that came not from anger, but from… disappointment.
That unspoken motherly aura that made even saints confess sins they hadn't committed.
"I see," Xin Yan said gently, too gently. "Then I will prepare the next meal for him myself. Using my own hands. I wonder if he will still have room left for your... leftovers."
