Glancing at Ma Junying, whom he was pulling by the hand, Liuzi's eyes darted around before he loudly exclaimed and ran off to the kitchen to fetch the specially prepared tasting samples.
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Meanwhile, in front of Fuman Building, a luxurious carriage had stopped, and a delicately dressed maid hopped down, then reached out to lift the curtain of the carriage.
As the carriage curtain parted, the first thing to appear was a translucent white slender hand, with long, thin fingers and exquisitely trimmed nails that gleamed like a string of lustrous milky pearls.
That hand gently rested on the maid's, seemingly soft and boneless.
The clientele of Fuman Building were all figures of status and worldliness, but all were captivated by the lady's delicate and boneless appearance.
