“Hey there, little gege. Yer lookin’ mighty fine.” This woman was in an exceedingly revealing dress, her makeup terrifyingly loud. The white powder was uneven, and when she opened her mouth, clumps of it would flake off her face. Her bosom was stuffed full, as if something were packed under her flesh. Truly, a shocking sight. Xie Lian gently pushed away her thin, claw-like fingers and said, “Miss, there’s no need to speak like that.”
