Just over half an hour later, the person who had been laughing and talking like a queen in the private room suddenly started to feel uncomfortable, involuntarily reaching to scratch her neck and the area beside her chin.
At first, none of the seven or eight people at the table noticed her restless behavior, but eventually they realized something was off.
The girl who had been sitting beside her curiously looked at her ceaselessly scratching her skin, which had once been as smooth as jade, and observed the reddened patches speckled with tiny dots.
"Oh no, Mingzhu, why do you have so many red spots on your neck?"
The warm touch of the girl's hand on her neck stirred concern.
"Hmm? Really? I don't know why, but suddenly it's so itchy."
Qin Mingzhu continued to scratch, getting more forceful by the minute.
