"Why do I feel like an old pervert? She's eighteen or nineteen, but she's the size of a figurine," Yuchi's old face slowly turned red.
But it's not a big deal.
How could anyone resist Yin Shuang's smooth silver hair, reminiscent of high-quality wool in a past life or something similar, incredibly soft to the touch, anyone would like it.
"So, the one at fault is not me."
"It's Yin Shuang."
Yin Shuang: "???"
It's now mid-February, and in a few days, the Immortal Robe Pavilion will start receiving guests again. Meanwhile, he, Mr. Yuchi, still needs to settle things in Jiangnan quickly. For now, he doesn't need the help of the Courtesan; he just needs to have "friendly" conversations with other sects, and it shouldn't be a big problem.
Outside the Immortal Robe Pavilion, in Yuchi's gaze.
