"I assume you wouldn't mind your friend knowing your height?" said the witch who sold dolls. Smiling, she extended a hand and added, "Qi Mei, at your service."
Now that she'd put it that way, of course I could only say I didn't mind... Jiang Han sneaked a glance at Cen Jing beside her. The beautiful witch seemed not to have heard a thing, merely smiling as she watched them.
If I said I minded at a time like this, my emotional intelligence would be way too low. I should go read one of the Four Great Classics written by the big brother of Ti2's world champion team, Emotional Intelligence...
She obediently nodded, stood up, and let Qi Mei bustle around her with a somewhat bizarre measuring tool.
Qi Mei was not particularly tall, but she was still at least half a head taller than Jiang Han. When she drew close, she carried a faint scent of pine resin.
As the other woman's fingers brushed past her ear, Jiang Han noticed faint herbal traces on them—gray marks tinged with green, carrying a subtle medicinal scent.
Herbs, pine resin... Hmm, that combination is a little strange... she thought to herself. After studying for a while, she was no longer the complete occult novice she had been when she first crossed over. Herbs and pine resin were both common tools for witch rituals, and were also often used to make bath soaks.
She remembered the bath soaks because the book had written, "pleasures even adult witches can enjoy," which sounded rather fun.
Suddenly, the space before her brightened. Miss Qi Mei had already stepped back two paces.
She saw Qi Mei staring at her with a somewhat pitying look in her eyes.
Ah, wh-what's wrong? A sense of foreboding welled up in