Chapter Twenty-Two: Three Questions

"What the hell! What’s going on here?" Zhou Yu’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the figure of Miss Baidu on the light screen, yelling hoarsely.

On the screen, Miss Baidu stood utterly bare, her skin a flawless blend of porcelain white and soft pink, her legs long and slender, her chest high and proud...

“Well, well, who would’ve thought this little lady was hiding such assets? Hey, don’t cover up,” the old man leered, his eyes fixed on Miss Baidu.

“Ah? Like this?” Miss Baidu moved her left arm, which had been modestly crossed in front of her chest, leaving nothing to the imagination as spring’s beauty bloomed in the black of night.

“Good heavens!” the old man shrieked, a trickle of nosebleed running down his face as he toppled backwards into the snow, convulsing violently.

“Master, what’s wrong?” Zhou Yu hurried to his side.

“Lost too much blood—can’t have any more nosebleeds. Lying down is the only way to stop it,” the old man replied, eyes closed, sprawled in the snow.

Turning away, Zhou Yu studied Miss Baidu thoroughly, then said, “Who knew you actually had a D-cup? All right, that’s enough. Put some clothes on.”

Two blossoms of red bloomed across Miss Baidu’s cheeks, and even her snowy skin seemed tinged with the faintest blush. She spoke softly, “I expended too much energy last time. I’ve only just awakened, and now the energy I’ve accumulated is enough to maintain this form for just five minutes.”

“Not enough energy? Then why don’t you just show your face? That way