Does Fox Meat Smell Gamey?

Whoosh—!

Ye Qiu left the seat where Qian Renxue was at once and appeared in front of her desk. He straightened the trousers that had just been creased from being pinned down, hiding that somewhat delicate change.

He let out a long breath, driving away those primal urges.

This was hardly the time for that.

Ye Qiu turned his gaze toward the doorway. His powerful perception had already let him sense that his daughter, along with Ah Yin, Ling Yuan, Liu Erlong, and the others, were not far from him.

"Bastard."

Qian Renxue, flushed with shame and anger, tugged at the somewhat hot, damp cloth between her legs through her clothes. Seeing Ye Qiu looking this way and that only made her even angrier.

"Xue Er, I didn't do anything."

Ye Qiu came back to himself, hunched slightly, and shrugged. In secret, he mobilized the Ice Power he had copied from Shui Bing'er, tempering his body, which was already burning hot as iron.

"Were you planning to do something here, then? If that was really the case, I'd make sure you came in standing and left flattened!" Qian Renxue was beside herself with rage. She raised her fair hand toward Ye Qiu and clenched it into a delicate fist, her knuckles creaking under the force. Forget Ye Qiu—even if a mung bean were placed in her palm, Qian Renxue could easily grind it into powder.

Ye Qiu, of course, believed that Qian Renxue was not merely trying to scare him. But he was not afraid either. Before obtaining Qian Renxue's tacit consent, he naturally would not act rashly or force his way in. He only smiled and said, "Xue Er, don't you know me? Under normal circumstances, forcing someone isn't really my style."

"Enough! I can't be bothered to trade