No. 3 Hot Spring Villa.
"What did you ask me to come here for?"
The woman lifted her gaze.
A silhouette fell into her beautiful eyes.
It was an extremely handsome man, dressed simply in a white shirt and trousers, with his sleeves rolled up a few turns, exposing his forearms and wrists.
His skin was much whiter than the average person's, like fine cream-colored white jade.
The fact that a man could be so pale was enough to make countless women envious.
The woman said, "Sister has a favor to ask of you."
The man frowned, a look of impatience in his eyes, "How can I help you? I don't have a sister like you."
"You can't talk like that, Fu Chi—don't forget, for whom did I take that knife back then."
Fu Chi's expression suddenly darkened, "That was your own fault!"
"How so? Can it change the fact that I saved you?" the woman's red lips curved slightly.
