"Husband, this way!"
Before the words had fully left her lips, Yin Tingxue suddenly charged forward with all her might. At the same time, Chen Yi turned sharply, stamped his feet, and in an instant crossed several zhang, arriving before her. He gripped her hand tightly, and his blade was already unsheathed.
Elder Luo raised his eyes to look, but in the next moment, like the others present, he stood rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning.
On the bustling street,
the Purity Saintess had suddenly thrown herself into Chen Yi's arms, gasping for breath, rubbing against him intimately.
And she… actually called the West Factory Thousand Households her "husband."
Had the Saintess, long protected from falling into the Laundry Bureau, used herself as bait to ensnare a West Factory Thousand Households?
At this moment, Elder Luo seemed to understand why Yin Tingxue had neither entered the Laundry Bureau nor ended up in the Music Bureau.
