y undone the clasp of Jin Xueyuan's collar with his hand outside.Her porcelain-like skin, as white as condensed milk, was exposed in the carriage. A faint fragrance wafted up, painting a silhouette o... feather on the wind, yet it turned Sanbao's face pale.But he dared not play the victim, nor beg for mercy. He could only lower his head and respectfully say, "This servant obeys.""From now on, you wi...