She didn't know her hair was silver and she looked like a breathtaking maiden. She just thought they were slacking off.
"What are you all staring at?" Ji'an barked, her voice booming across the courtyard. However, because the artifact was glitching, her usually smooth, deep young-master baritone came out sounding slightly softer, huskier, and incredibly, devastatingly alluring. "Did you lose your counting rhythm? Get back on the floor! The mud isn't going to absorb itself!"
The boys did not get back on the floor.
The sound of her husky, commanding voice hit the courtyard like an aphrodisiac bomb. The aggressive dominance coming from such a delicate, divinely beautiful face triggered a mass, unprecedented outbreak of simp-behavior.
Senior Brother Kui was the first to break.
The elite scrambled up from the mud, completely ignoring Gu Zhiwei. He frantically wiped the sweat and grime from his chest, puffing out his muscles, and marched directly toward the silver-haired goddess.
