"Really?" Wang Mu gently placed his hand on Miss You's thigh. Miss You's legs were beautiful—plump and slender. The hem of her skirt traced a straight arc, pleasing to the eye. If touched, they must be exceedingly beautiful… However, when Wang Mu touched them, even through the fabric of her dress, he felt a fine roughness, not like the mutton-fat jade-like skin that should have been there, but…
Miss You suddenly shifted her body a few meters to the side, pressing her feet to the other side. Her complexion was slightly pale as she gently bit her lip. "Brother Mu, what are you doing… can't you just sit properly and talk to me?"
"You should know that's not what I mean," said Wang Mu. "Don't you want to talk to me about your situation? What exactly happened with Immortal Bi You?"
"If you really won't tell me, then I'm leaving."
Having said that, Wang Mu was about to stand up, but Miss You grabbed his hand before he could step away.
"I'll talk… Isn't that enough?"
