Fang Zhixing spoke indifferently, "In three days, I will come again. If you agree, tie a red silk ribbon on the windowsill. If you do not agree, I will not bother you again."
After saying this, he turned and left, vanishing into the dark woods in an instant.
"Scoundrel, not even escorting me back home!"
Yan Hongtao pouted and then took a few steps forward, curtseying as she said, "Master, you have arrived."
Under the cold moonlight, a long-haired woman slowly emerged.
The long-haired woman turned her head toward the direction Fang Zhixing had departed to and asked in surprise, "What's going on? Why didn't the poison fragrance you emit make that man succumb?"
Yan Hongtao was silent for a moment before replying, "Disciple's body fragrance only works wonders on those weak-willed lechers. That man was hardly swayed by beauty in front of me."
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The night passed quickly.
The next morning, flutter, flutter—
A carrier pigeon flew into the Yixiang House.
