"Don't be in such a rush, Young Master."
Gu Ling wrapped her arms around Zhou Xuan's, acting coy as she said, "If you're helping someone, you might as well help them to the end. That backlash pain from the Red Snake was exquisite, sure, and my incense offerings have rekindled, but it's still not enough. Young Master, could you make me another tattoo?"
"Still not enough?"
Zhou Xuan thought the pain earlier was enough to kill an ordinary person outright, yet Gu Ling found it too mild?
If this isn't perverse, then what is?
"Step back a little, I need some space to clear my head."
Zhou Xuan gently pushed Gu Ling away and said, "What's the price for another tattoo?"
"Why are we always talking about money between us?"
Gu Ling, soft and fragrant, leaned toward Zhou Xuan again.
"I'm out here working; if not money, what else are we talking about? Boss Gu, give me a quote!"
"Two tattoos, 150,000, plus one of my Bone Tokens."
