Liu Qingyi stood beside Chen Shi'an, her eyes straying again and again to his bulging belly.
Chen Shi'an was in something of a quandary too. These were spoils he had worked hard to obtain, so naturally he could not simply throw them away.
But keeping them stuffed inside his robes was terribly inconvenient.
Seeing Liu Qingyi glance his way from time to time, he immediately had an idea.
He cleared his throat. "Go find me a bag."
Liu Qingyi murmured an acknowledgment, swiftly turned, and hurried away.
Once Liu Qingyi was gone, Chen Shi'an knocked on the door. "Stop savoring every bite in there. Fu Qianfan will be here soon."
As his words fell, a small black shadow flashed out through the window. It was Mo Wuyang.
He turned to look at Chen Shi'an and snorted. "These men stink too much. Eating them turns my stomach.
"Yet you're keeping that delicate, tender-fleshed Liu Qingyi for yourself!"
Chen Shi'an curled his lip. "Mo Wuyang, you really don't know a favor when you see one. You have something to eat, and you're still being picky.
"Liu Qingyi is a First-Rank Martial Artist, after all. Subduing her gives us another powerful helper. Can't you work out that little calculation?"
Mo Wuyang curled his lip too. "You think I don't know what's on your mind? You just think Liu Qingyi is pretty and want to eat..."
At that, he suddenly shut his mouth. His figure flashed, and he quickly darted into the woods nearby.
Light footsteps sounded soon afterward as Liu Qingyi returned with a black cloth bag in her hand.
She hurried up to Chen Shi'an and handed him the bag.
Chen Shi'an stuffed everything inside his robes into the bag, then handed it back to Liu Qingyi.
Liu Qingyi blinked, looking puzzled.