When Meng Wanshu saw that the remaining three still hadn’t moved, she gave a small smile and stepped forward. “If you’re not going to do anything, I’ll go first.”0

The men standing beside Cao Zhennan were old acquaintances of his. They cursed their luck, but they could no longer back down.0

One of them had been staring at Meng Wanshu for some time. He looked like a lecher, with a garlic-bulb nose, drooping eyes, and sunken cheeks. Even his gold-threaded python robes[1] couldn’t mask his lecherous air.0

“Hehe. Don’t kill the girl. She’s so tender... I’ll savor her later. Even her veil can’t hide that beauty. I...0