Liu Yizhi flung away her face and humphed coldly. "Would this old man be interested in an artificial face?"
"Elder!" Chou An crawled forward and hugged Liu Yizhi's left leg forcefully. Her wails became more sad and shrill, and her eyes were filled with a fervent hope. "Elder! Please fulfill my wish, please fulfill my wish, Elder!"
Liu Yizhi pulled out a wooden box from his chest fold and flung it on the woman's face. "Since you can't bear it and crave it so, then this old man will fulfill your wish! I want to see a bare faced and crystal clear you when I return to my room to rest later! In addition, this old man is not interested in fallen women!"
Chou An's single eye contracted abruptly, and her hands clenched the wooden box tightly. She hadn't even realized that her fingernails had embedded into the chinks of the wooden box and left a trace of blood.
"Junior Sister!" Peng Zhang truly cared for this junior sister.
