Chapter Sixty Seven : Perfumed Wounds and Polished Lies
At this moment, Lin Moli wanted to kill someone.
Fang Chu was clearly a young, energetic man in the prime of his youth. She had practically handed herself over soaked and shivering, and he still didn't react. His eyes never left that ridiculous fishing rod.
She felt completely crushed.
Was she really worth less than a stick and a fish?
She even began to suspect that something was physically wrong with Fang Chu. Was he not… a proper man?
Her pride urged her to leave and never see him again.
But then she remembered Shopkeeper Liu's promise of a hundred thousand spirit stones. That figure forced her to calm down.
With a frustrated sigh, she swept aside the wet strands clinging to her face, lifted the hem of her dripping dress, and approached Fang Chu, putting on a look of shy distress.
