"Ying~" Lu Qian woke up from her coma.
If Zhao Xing had been here, he certainly would have praised her, for even the delirious murmurs of an Illusion Dancer who played with enchanting spells were so enticing.
Lu Qian realized that the foul man who went back on his word had already vanished without a trace.
She calculated the time and found that she had been unconscious for an hour.
First, she checked her body and found that she had not been violated, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.
Then she became angry again, "Damn that vile man! He took my Red Fruit, stole my vestment robe, and nevertheless went back on his word, leaving me here to fend for myself. Men really are not to be trusted!"
"Heh," a mocking voice came from within the dark forest.
"Who?!" Lu Qian instantly became alert and looked towards a patch of bushes.
There was a Grassman, but after making a single sound, it lost its luster.
