Zu An sighed when he laid his eyes on that figure. There’s no way he wouldn’t recognize this person! Even if she was wearing scraps, she still wouldn’t look anything like a commoner!

From those charming facial features to those voluptuous curves, they all betray your identity!

Quite a few men were sneaking subconscious looks in her direction, and even a few, harboring unkind intentions, pretended as though they were being squeezed towards her by the crowd.

Whenever someone was about to make contact with her, though, an invisible wall pushed them away, preventing them from getting close to her.

Zu An knew that Pei Mianman was holding back in order not to draw too much attention to herself. Otherwise, there would have been no way that these men would be able to get within even a zhang of her.

If they’d been out in the wilderness and she was in a bad mood, her black flame would have burned them up instantly, with no traces...