At Jiaozilou, the corridor outside the luxurious suite on the top floor was quiet and empty.
Mo Lin, Yao Yao, and Zi Yan had just left the auction house. Having reached the suite's door, they were about to push it open.
"Ding-ling—"
A crisp chime rang out without warning at the end of the silent corridor, shattering the stillness.
The three halted and looked toward the sound.
In the shadows of the corridor, a slender figure in black leaned lazily against the wall.
Her fair, delicate bare feet were spotless amid the mist swirling beneath them. A string of tiny silver bells was tied around her ankle. Her black dress outlined her already well-developed, graceful curves, while her peerlessly seductive face and watery peach-blossom eyes remained fixed on Yao Yao, full of intense interest and scrutiny.
It was Zuoqiu Qingyu.
She seemed to have been waiting here all along.
"Eh? It's you?" Zi Yan blinked her violet eyes, recognizing the seductive young woman who had been watching outside the auction house earlier.
Yao Yao's cool brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. This girl had returned and deliberately waited here—what did she want? And that gaze... it was still bold and direct, fixed on her, making her somewhat uncomfortable. She subconsciously tightened her grip on the jade-bone folding fan in her hand.
A trace of understanding and amusement flickered in Mo Lin's eyes. He had long sensed someone hiding nearby through the Immortal Eye, but he had not expected it to be this Little Demoness. It seemed her "interest" in Yao Yao disguised as a man was far from ordinary.
Seeing the three look over, Zuoqiu Qingyu's seductive face blossomed into a brilliant smile. She took light steps forward, her bare feet touching the ground as bells chimed crisply. Like an elf in