Linglong's expression was as calm as water, the once lively and playful look in her eyes completely hidden in the depths. She glanced at Mei Niang, "He's even more vigilant than I thought. If I cling too much, I'll only end up losing."
Linglong fell into deep thought. Mei Niang dared not say much. She pondered for a long time; nothing seemed wrong. How could he resist? The desire was obviously strong, but he could suppress it. Was her own Spiritual Ability lacking?
After a while, "You handle the other two yourself. Do not leak a bit."
"Mei Niang understands."
With a crisp sound, Linglong's figure vanished.
Mei Niang's expression returned to normal, and she walked towards another room with a smile. In the room, Fatty Nine and Shi Dazhu were lying sprawled out with two women beside them. Last night, they drank and got high, and later cheered for a night raid. In the end, they somehow lost consciousness.
