"Something must be wrong with me too!" Xie Tingting drew back the curtains and sat down with the swordsman. She thought to herself, "Could it be this old servant? If it wasn't for this old servant, he would've hidden himself nearby to heal himself. He's dying too."
The macheteman remembered his folding fan and the folding knife. He said to himself, "It's still springtime now. There's no need for a fan. Why are the three of them using a folding fan?"
Xie Tingting understood that there must be something wrong. She said, "Brother, you have to pay attention to them. They are not tall. They have white faces and look like a painting. Although they wear long gowns, they can't cover the special features of their chests, hips and waists." It was true that women were sensitive, and women were more
