"..."
Mu Qian looked towards the woman squatting by the Tuquan washing her face, recalling the madness from last night.
He felt that what this female ghost said was right, the Blood Oath on her must have been broken, otherwise how could she do such intimate things with him?
And from last night, there were no signs of pain in her heart area either, the Blood Oath should indeed be broken.
But, he still wasn't quite at ease!
When Wen Jiaren turned back, she saw Mu Qian staring intently at her chest, making her ear tips turn red, "Time to eat."
What was he looking at? Didn't she satisfy him enough last night?
Just as she thought this, Mu Qian's large hand landed on her chest, "Does it still hurt?"
Wen Jiaren paused, realizing he was concerned about that matter. She shook her head at him and hugged him gently, afraid to use too much force in case she touched his wound, "Xue Wenquan carved names on each bottle's cork. I took the antidote last night."
