Bai Chuwei looked at the man squatting in front of her and added, "And this jade is just so big... just good enough to make two jade talismans... "
One prone to illness and easily tricked, the other beaten to death in the original text—these two are in desperate need, aren't they?
And speaking of closeness, Bai Ze is her cousin in name, while Qi Mo is her Nth generation junior.
Suddenly, Bai Chuwei hooked her arm around Duan Feihan's neck, the faint scent of medicine flooding his nostrils.
Bai Chuwei's voice was seductive, "Hanhan, what do you think of my treatment of Qi Mo? You could also..."
Before Bai Chuwei could finish her sentence, several urgent footsteps approached swiftly from afar; someone had already rushed into the third-floor parlor.
The bodyguards, just having relaxed, were now on full alert, their muscles tensing as they vigilantly eyed the newcomer.
