My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Sylvie looked up and met Kieran’s narrow eyes.

At the head of the card table, Mr. Kieran, dressed in a sleek black shirt and trousers, was smoking a cigarette, with a scarlet flame tucked between his long fingers.

When Felix shouted, Kieran took a smoke, and then he looked up to Sylvie. The smoke around blurred his handsome face, but faintly it could be seen that his eyebrows slightly frowning. A few seconds after, he spit out a smoke slowly from his mouth.

Sylvie was forced to come in and she was embarrassed to meet Kieran.

"Felix, where does this little beauty come from? Isn’t that most beautiful girls in 1949 present here?

“Felix, how can you hide her?" A man said with a smile.

It was clear that the men were treating Sylvie as a waitress, and Felix took a look at Kieran.

Kieran had taken back his eyes, threw out a card. His look was indifferent.

What was going on?

Had a fight?

Had a cold war?

Pretend not to know each other?

Felix smiled. Good, there would be a show. He loved fun, so he said to Sylvie, "You, come over to pour wine for us, don't you understand rules?"

A greasy man stretched his hand to drag Sylvie’s arm, "Beauty, why do you wear a veil? You have a good figure, your face must be pretty. Take off the veil and show us."

The greasy man directly uncovered the veil on the face of Sylvie.

Sylvie agilely avoided his hand, twisting her eyebrows lightly, "You are mistaken. I am not the lady here, let go!"

"Beauty, do you know who we are? It is not up to you if you are the lady here or not, it is up to us!"

were the big figure in H City, who she could not

get into these troubles, but she was in bad luck today. She

this beauty will be

pretty ugly. If she looks like a fairy, she would have taken off her

bet she looks fairy, because her figure was pretty

always dirty. Sylvie, trapped in it, became

wore a dress, with fringed dress placed below the knee. Her skeleton was

shown anything, the scantily clad beauties in the luxury box would have been

was smoking, accompanied by a beauty, and

was high up,

were in trouble, he would not help

her for a

she wanted, having a line between each other, but Sylvie still felt very painful

man who was dragging her tried to take off her veil again and said, "Beauty, all bets are made. Show us

minute." Sylvie spoke

"What do you

with you. Let me play a game with you. If

wanted to play

men were around various kinds of women, but they

immediately aroused the curiosity of the

escape from our hands anyway. I'd rather let you play

card table. Kieran was next to

process, but smoked his cigarette elegantly.

defeat Kieran

Sylvie did not speak.

want to

but cold. The ash from his finger

that

card, threw out a