Ruo Bai squeaked, "Young lady, do you think we look like male prostitutes?" Then he pointed at Lan Yan with his index finger. "Of course, excluding this fairy…"
Lan Yan's expression didn't move, but internally she screamed: 'I am NOT affiliated with this human. I do not know this person. I have never met this person.'
Master Zhong, who had stayed stoic through storms, wild beasts, and one month of Ruo Bai's existence, actually side-eyed him. A single, sharp look that clearly meant: Shut Up.
But it was too late.
In one blink, the seductive demon woman appeared in front of Ruo Bai. Close enough for Ruo Bai to count her pimples.
Her breath brushed against his ear as her long crimson nails slid from his cheek… down to his neck… trailing dangerously slow.
"If you were," she whispered, voice dripping with heat, "I'd love to have you tonight."
Ruo Bai stiffened like a petrified chicken.
Then she stepped back, eyes shifting toward Master Zhong—slow, tracing every inch of him as if choosing where to bite first.
"And that handsome one behind you…"
Her lips curled. "…would make a lovely prostitute."
Ruo Bai made a choking sound.