Yan Nanxun certainly knows, he still has some capital.
Who knew, the pupils of Hou Tingfu flashed with a sinister gleam, and her smile became wicked:
"What can you tell by touching, what if you're faking it? I want to see it with my own eyes!"
The man's eyes burst with a dazzling light, he tilted his chin up, his voice as hoarse as can be:
"I'll let you see it with your own eyes right now!"
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In the pitch-black night, the moonlight flowed in like mercury from outside the window, the curtains like a girl's skirt, blown by the wind, swaying and dancing in the air.
Inside the expansive villa, there was an open-air hot spring bath, the bath surrounded by piles of stones, with green bamboo and osmanthus trees planted not far away.
It was deep autumn, and the osmanthus trees bloomed clusters of beige flowers, the rich fragrance mingled with the rising steam from the hot spring.
