Fang Che and Xue Huanhuan were both the sort of people with exceedingly rich experience in the martial world.
Their eyes were sharp.
They could both tell that although Miss Jin was tall and sturdy, her figure was extremely well-proportioned—practically the golden ratio. It was just that every part of her was a size larger than usual...
For one thing, even her hair was thicker than an ordinary person's...
But Miss Jin was definitely not old. The faint childishness on her face could not fool anyone.
And in the eyes of someone as battle-seasoned as Fang Che, the fine down along Miss Jin's cheeks and the back of her neck, her gathered brows and clear eyes, her taut skin, her firm figure... all suggested that she was still a young maiden...
So she absolutely could not be very old.
The white-clad woman, Miss Jin, said, "Since you are the Guardians, there is nothing about you I cannot trust. Sorry to trouble you all with protecting me. I need to heal as soon as possible."
Everyone readily agreed.
Mo Ganyun volunteered his tent and said eagerly, "Mine is a little more spacious..."
Miss Jin scolded him, "Are you saying I'm rather fat?"
Mo Ganyun: "..."
Even so, Miss Jin entered Mo Ganyun's tent to heal.
The others kept their promise and guarded her nearby.
Dong Yunyu sat on the ground and scooted his butt over with a series of puffs until he reached Fang Che's side. He transmitted, "Boss, look at Little Yunyun."
Fang Che glanced over from the corner of his eye.
Mo Ganyun's face was taut with nervousness, mixed with an indescribable longing. His enormous eyeballs rolled around in their sockets, and every so often, a foolish grin appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Fang Che nearly burst