C197 Gambling

"I'm not spouting nonsense."

Xiao Ling turned to see a young girl reclining in an armchair, her captivating eyes fixed on the alchemy demonstration onstage. She held an apple in one hand, taking a voracious bite, her words faltering as she spoke.

The girl was delicately built with a complexion as smooth as cream, lips reminiscent of cherry blossoms, brows finely drawn as if with ink