“San Lang, what does a roll of four open to?” “Depends,” Hua Cheng replied. “The door will open to whatever the roller fears most.” Just as Hua Cheng answered, Mu Qing coolly snapped, “You fought to roll first and rolled out a women’s bath! Give me the dice, I’ll roll!” Hearing “women’s bath,” Xie Lian covered his face with his hands. Feng Xin had always kept his distance from women, his face changing whenever women were so much as spoken of—it was as if the female sex were savage, wild beasts. To him, a women’s bath really was the scariest place on earth, worse than the immeasurable depths of
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