Chu Xuan almost spat out, "The Book of Rites has words like that?"
"Xiao Xue" vehemently protested, "No way, absolutely not! You shameless hussy, stop seducing Chu Xuan."
Qin Mengyao now understood who this little creature was and couldn't help but scoff, "What are you, just a pet, and a pet of a woman abandoned by Chu Xuan."
"If it weren't for Chu Xuan, I would have already..."
"What did you say?" The girl's tone suddenly calmed, and her eyes flashed with a cold murderous intent.
Qin Mengyao slightly squinted her eyes. Such a concentrated killing intent was nothing that a seemingly harmless snow mink could emit, and she even faintly felt a sense of crisis lingering between life and death.
However, Qin Mengyao was not afraid and was about to mock with a few words like, "You really think about your master," when Chu Xuan had already embraced "Xiao Xue," kissed her forehead, and said:
"Don't listen to her nonsense."
