Chen An looked at the widow in front of him.
She looked to be in her early thirties. Although her appearance was not as charming as his three wives and concubines at home, her curvaceous figure was especially tempting. Her entire body exuded the aura of a young woman filled with experience.
He had some impression of this widow. She was a female Cultivator who lived in the sixth house on the right. Her name was Mo Lifang.
Her husband was a Cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He had died on the battlefield a few days ago.
Now, she only had a three-year-old son left to rely on.
"Alchemist Chen?"
Seeing that Chen An did not respond for a long time, Mo Lifang could not help but purse her sexy red lips that had been specially applied with rouge. She said softly with a pitiful expression.
Chen An only liked virgins. He could only reject her with a smile.
