Chapter 11: 011: Breaking the Body Shape

Han Mohen went to the study next door.

Standing by the bookshelf, Han Mohen fell into deep thought. He still had no idea about the origins of the woman who had suddenly appeared and shattered his barrier.

Her attire was strange, and her language and behavior were equally bizarre; it was as if she were not from this world!

And she, indeed, knew absolutely nothing about this world.

He had once read in ancient books that besides their own world, there existed parallel worlds, living differently, with neither side aware of the other's existence.

If Feng Liyue came from another world, then how did she get here?

From their first meeting, it seemed as if she had been knocked down from above.

Knocked down...

Han Mohen frowned slightly; all of this left him puzzled.

She was a different kind of woman.

A head poked into the doorway of the study. Han Mohen snapped out of his thoughts and looked over. Feng Liyue’s small head was inside the room while her body remained outside, her eyes darting around restlessly. Han Mohen immediately felt that whatever serious conjectures he had been making just now were wrong!

This little brat, even if she had been knocked down, she probably deserved it.

"What are you doing?"

Han Mohen spoke suddenly, giving Feng Liyue a start. She had scanned the entire room and hadn't seen him; Rong Xiao had told her he was inside, and she thought he was lying to her. Who knew he would suddenly pop out from the side? She had only just woken up, and now she was about to be scared into a faint.

Feng Liyue, why are you so pathetic!

The pathetic Miss Feng lifted her head, a suspicious blush on her small face, and stammered, "I, I’ve changed, I’ve changed into the clothes..."

Han Mohen looked at her appearance and suddenly found it amusing. He curled his lips into a wicked smile. "Oh? Stand up and let me see."

Feng Liyue hesitated for a long while. Han Mohen said, "With that pathetic figure of yours, even if you exposed everything, no one would spare a second glance. Rest assured, you won't lose a piece of flesh."

Feng Liyue was immediately displeased. She slammed open the door that was shielding her body and retorted, "What do you mean 'pathetic figure'? My figure is excellent! How could someone blind like you know how to appreciate it? Hmph!"

Han Mohen ignored what Miss Feng said and simply looked at the pouting woman before him. Her features were delicate and petite, her face flushed pink from his provocation, and her waist-length hair draped softly down her back, with a few strands left on her forehead. She wore a white sleeveless dress—the very one she had been holding earlier—which exposed her entire arms and her calves below the knees.

Her skin was very fair. Perhaps because she had worn long-sleeved traditional clothing for years and had not been exposed to the sun, it was well-protected, to the point where not a single pore could be seen.

She stood there just like that, as if she were a natural work of art, flawless and perfect, making it impossible to look away, yet making one afraid to step forward and profane her.

But that was only if she didn't speak.

Han Mohen’s gaze deepened, and he suddenly frowned. This time, the frown was very obvious. Seeing that his expression was off, Feng Liyue immediately became nervous. "What’s wrong? Is it not good-looking? I told you these clothes were too, too... and you still made me wear them. I really don't know what kind of taste you people have."

As she spoke, Feng Liyue tugged at the hem of the dress, wanting to pull it down a little further.

Han Mohen’s eyes darkened further. "Rong Xiao, change her into something else!"

Rong Xiao walked over quickly, looked Miss Feng up and down, and asked, "Your Highness, is there a problem?"

Han Mohen was silent for a moment. In truth, there wasn't really a problem. But why was it that the moment he thought about her going out dressed like this and letting others see her figure, he felt so displeased?!