"It worked!"
"You really made these yourself?"
Inside the shared sleeping quarters of the Long Wind Escort Agency, where Lu Cheng and the others stayed.
Lu Cheng had spent nearly two and a half hours at Zhao Cheng's place.
It had been just after nightfall when he left.
By the time he returned, the moon was already high overhead.
The others had already lain down to rest, but when they learned Lu Cheng had made two batches of Blood-Activating Powder, they were so shocked they couldn't close their mouths for ages.
Fatty kept marveling over the two packets of powder.
He looked from the powder to Lu Cheng and back again, his eyes practically blazing with excitement.
Lu Cheng couldn't help wondering:
Why is he staring at me like that?
Fatty chuckled.
"I reckon I'll have to go back to the village again tomorrow."
Hu Da was confused.
"Didn't you just go back yesterday?"
Fatty pointed at Lu Cheng and grinned.
"You fool. We've got someone here who's one of only two people in all of Yang City—no, now he's one of only three!"
"Of course I have to go back and tell Wan'er to hurry up and win him over. Heh, heh, heh."
As he spoke, he shook his head repeatedly.
"What a shame, what a shame. I'm not a woman. Otherwise, I'd have made Lu Cheng mine tonight!"
Hu San waved a hand and said with a leering grin,
"Hey, maybe Lu Cheng likes men. Pighead, why don't you give it a try tonight?"
Fatty looked at Lu Cheng, then at himself. He sucked in a sharp breath and shook his head regretfully.
"Ah, what a shame. What a shame."
Hu San stared at him in disbelief.
"Come on, you really were thinking about it?"
Fatty shook his