"These sentences are so lovely, how are you so amazing…" A certain scholarly-challenged lady bit her rouge lips and slightly bowed her head, filled with a little bit of admiration and happiness, yet tinged with a trace of fear and worry. She quietly took out a fragrant white jade from her sleeve, caressing it gently, a bit foolishly. She held the white jade to her delicate cheek, rubbing it lightly, while her other hand covered the spot where the Black Jade was hidden between her breasts, her lips parting in a silly whisper, "It's mine, it's mine… it's all mine…"
It was unclear whether she referred to the jade or the person.
Not long after, this beauty with a teardrop mole sniffed lightly, straightened the fallen strands of hair by her temples, and put away the white jade, preparing to turn her head.
