บท 481: Mortal Coil

Upon hearing Jiang Baimian's question, Garibaldi's body involuntarily trembled again. After a long while, he swallowed his saliva and said, "S-she's a mixed-blood. She's not very beautiful, b-but there's something very charming about her. Any expression of hers can m-make you…"

Garibaldi glanced at the two ladies in front of him and couldn't continue.

"They can generate desire in you?" Bai Chen asked rather directly.

"Yes, yes." Garibaldi lowered his head in shame. "Even if you are extremely exhausted, you can still feel it."

"The fact that you're still alive means that you have a pretty good body," Bai Chen commented coldly.

Long Yuehong imagined the scene and felt that Garibaldi probably wouldn't recover without a year or so.

Jiang Baimian rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling. "Describe her appearance."

Garibaldi composed himself and began to recall.