After having some red wine, a cruel excitement appeared on her face.
Her ruddy complexion extended a finger, pointing to Beichuan Si who stood still, and she ordered the subordinate beside her, "Pay a little attention to that person, next time I hope to see him at the gathering again."
"Yes, Bai Mian."
The subordinate beside her bowed their head and spoke.
She nodded in satisfaction, her eyes shining as they focused on Beichuan Si.
His well-proportioned figure stood out even in a crowd, standing at 1.8 meters tall, and combined with his mere nineteen years of age and his detached manner of speaking...
"The fruit is almost ripe."
Bai Mian licked his lips, half his face showing a sickly, frenzied blush.
...
Beichuan Si stood in place and waited for ten minutes until the gathering finally began.
A person in a black robe appeared.
