Bab 122: Holy Rod

Chau Heung's face was flushed in redness when she heard his words. It was like the devil's whisper, crawling through her skin. 

"I-I'm just a mere receptionist and barely have any wealth." Chau Heung whimpered like a frightened cat. Though she had her hand placed on his chest, clearly understanding what to do in her current position.

She was sitting on top of Jiang Ming, a person that many women wished to sit on and enjoy his company. 

After all, powerful and confident men are always attractive to women. It would be a lie if Chau Heung said she was not enjoying the seduction from Jiang Ming. 

"Well, your little brother is going to take a while to comprehend the soul force and advance. How about you take this opportunity to help me gather the list of herbs?" Jiang Ming asked, flashing her the list once again.

Chau Heung glanced at the list for a brief moment before nodding her head. She grabbed the list and coyly stood up from his lap.