C873 He Stole the Book

"Chu, wipe off the sweat for me, will you?"

Nalan Xue instinctively called out to her apprentice, Chu Jiaotong, who would normally be at her side to assist with such a task.

Seconds later, a white disinfectant towel grazed Nalan Xue's forehead, tenderly mopping up the perspiration.

"Thanks."

The words had barely left her lips when Nalan Xue tensed up