Or perhaps...
She was merely waiting for an answer?
"You're drunk." Yan Hui suddenly lowered his head and whispered something into her ear.
Something only Bao Xiaoqin could hear.
Her eyes instantly lit up, like fireworks suddenly blooming in the night sky. Then she laughed, laughing so hard her body trembled, her chest rose and fell, and Soul Hook Hand's blade slid another inch from its sheath.
"Just for those words," she said, looking at him with a strange gleam in her eyes, "I really do like you now. I'll agree to all your requests."
Hua Tian frowned.
He could not understand what that meant. The sickly-looking fellow before him wore clothes that were filthy and tattered, the sort no one would bother picking up even if they were thrown by the roadside. Could someone like that produce ten thousand spirit stones?
And even if he could, would he really pay ten thousand spirit stones for Hu Yulou's woman? Just because of a joke he had made?
Insane.
Soul Hook Hand sneered. "Woman, if this brat doesn't have ten thousand spirit stones, you can be on your way."
Sword Eighteen sighed. "Poor woman. Dying drunk would be better than dying beneath my sword."
Hua Tian nodded, his gaze sinister. "That's right, brat. If you don't have ten thousand spirit stones, then you can die here with her."
Zhou Shan sighed. "What a beautiful woman."
Wen Jue frowned. He had said he was leaving, but his feet did not move. His eyes remained fixed on the room, on the woman leaning against the headboard.
Everyone knew what he was thinking.
Everyone knew what would happen to this woman if Yan Hui could not produce ten thousand spirit stones, if those three killers truly made their move—
Bao Xiaoqin suddenly moved.
Leaning