Seeing that the other party had already grasped his intentions,
the White Jade Rabbit Demon cast her gaze onto the two women beside her, looking thoroughly content before she too attempted to stand.
Suddenly, a strange expression flitted across her face.
She definitively made a motion to rise, yet couldn't actually stand up.
The reason was an additional hand with distinct joints resting on her fair and delicate shoulder, seemingly laid there casually, yet it pressed her into her seat with irresistible force.
White Jade Rabbit Demon looked up and met a handsome visage, its eyes clear and bright beneath his flowing hair.
This youth, who entered the teahouse at an unhurried pace, neither looked at the Golden Bell on the table nor the women beside it.
As if he didn't care about these matters.
He quietly watched the charming face of the Rabbit Demon, as if his gaze had room only for her.
"What do you want?"
