Yue Jinghua left the Lie Family Mansion quietly and put on a mask before slipping into the Qianbin Building.
The afternoon had passed, yet twilight was still some time away.
In the Qianbin Building, there were few guests.
Xie Yu with a konghou in hand, his emerald garment enhancing his picturesque brows and eyes, was even more ravishing than the dancing girls in the hall.
"Yue Xiaoqi, you heartless thing, I've been pining for you," upon hearing the servant announce a visitor named "Yue Xiaoqi," Xie Yu's face lit up with joy, and he followed it with a coquettishly reproachful glance, giving her a white-eyed look.
"Boss Xie longs for me without even knowing what I look like. What if behind this mask lies a Yin Yang Face; what would you do then?" When dealing with a rascal, one must outdo the rascal. Yue Jinghua said this as she lifted Xie Yu's chin, breathed a warm breath near his ear, her hand feeling as smooth as mutton fat jade.
