Fu Xue was taken aback, "Young Master Ye, isn't this inappropriate?"
Ye Huang gazed into the night, his eyes as deep as ancient pools, "Inappropriate? Releasing the tiger back to its mountain is how we trace it to its source."
"But Young Master Ye, he must know our purpose, he won't be fooled," Fu Xue said.
"Don't worry, those who manipulate charm insects have their unique ways of communication."
Fu Xue still felt uneasy and hesitated to speak.
Just then, Bai Xiao came out in her pajamas, her voice soft with the laziness of just waking up, "Ye Huang, my hand hurts..."
Ye Huang and Fu Xue both turned around at the same time.
Upon seeing Bai Xiao, Fu Xue's first reaction was to withdraw!
Bai Xiao saw her too, and, smiling, waved her hand, "Hey, Coach Fu."
"Madam," Fu Xue reluctantly stayed, her striking face betraying no emotion.
"Eh, why do you have a scent on you?" Bai Xiao wrinkled her little nose and approached Fu Xue on her own initiative.
Fu Xue's heart sank.
