Her voice was gentle and crisp, falling into people's ears ever so comfortably, but in Yang Qing's ears, it sounded like a life-claiming ghost talisman.
The face of this 'Qing' girl was the spitting image of Lai Gu from those years ago.
Staring at Wulei's face, Yang Qing suddenly struck with his palm towards Wulei; his palm strike was so fierce that Wulei couldn't even defend in time.
Just as Yang Qing's palm was about to reach Wulei's chest, he turned his palm into a claw, and with a tearing sound, a stretch of snowy white skin was exposed on Wulei's chest.
Her chest was pure and flawless, just like all other teenage girls, with pink buds that were particularly striking to the eye.
"Ah."
Both Wulei and the madam were scared, Yang Qing was a regular at the Green Moon Building, generous with his money and decent in looks, a favorite patron amongst the ladies.
Who would have expected his sudden mad outburst today.
No birthmark?
