After Qin Muqing's antics, before they knew it, the auction had already gone through half the event, and it was almost noon.
Despite the various extraordinary items auctioned in the morning, they were all rare treasures.
Baili An had no intention to bid, nor did he see anything he fancied.
Shu Ci was putting on the clothes Baili An tossed from the Qiankun Bag, her head emerging from the large collar.
The large robe hung loosely on her, slipping from her smooth, creamy white shoulders, indescribably alluring.
Baili An turned his gaze away, looking instead at the reflections on the auction stage.
Shu Ci carelessly donned the garments, her allure partially concealed, yet she impatiently tugged at Baili An's sleeve, her tone teasing:
"Little corpse demon, little corpse demon, you dislike her, that's why you won't let her eat you, right?"
Today, it was thanks to Shu Ci's help that the detestable Qin Muqing was embarrassed.
