"Miss, how about coming back with me to be the seventh concubine? You'll get to sit in a big house, eat and drink well, and have maids to serve you—you won't have to show your face here and scrape together a few copper coins in pity anymore," the man said with a laugh, inching closer to Xuexue, reaching out his evil claws, trying to pinch her little chin and touch her soft, smooth face.
Xuexue turned her face away, avoiding him, and said coldly, "Scram."
"Oh! This girl has quite the temper, spicy like these fish here, strong and flavorful, I like it, ahahaha...!" Not only was the man not angry, but he also burst into laughter.
This Master Zhang, in his forties, was corpulent and pale-faced; one could tell at a glance that he was the type whose vitality had nearly been drained by excessive indulgence in women.
