Bathhouse.
The large tub accommodating several people was filled with hot water, steam rising, and scattered with crimson petals on the surface.
Jian Yue had already removed her outer robe and looked back at Mo Xiaolan and Fang Xue:
"Hurry up and undress!"
Mo Xiaolan looked at her seriously and suddenly asked, "Are you Ye Xiyue now, or Jian Yue?"
Jian Yue's playful expression suddenly froze, and after a brief moment, it turned icy cold:
"You can actually tell."
Mo Xiaolan said, "If it were really Jian Yue, she would only think of dragging Qin Gengyun in here, not look for us."
"Hmph, that bitch!"
Ye Xiyue's face turned frosty, and in her hand suddenly appeared a long sword gleaming with chilling light.
An orchid flew out from Mo Xiaolan's left shoulder, while Fang Xue was surrounded by begonias and lotuses.
The three of them faced each other through the rising steam from the bath, locked in a standoff for a long time.
