With a creak,
a door was pushed open single-handedly; a woman with long hair draped around her walked in, slowly carrying an oil lamp from outside.
She first approached the bed, looked at the person deep in sleep, and a satisfied smile flickered across her face in the dim light. Then, her hands trembling, she placed the lamp on the table.
"Not bad, not bad, all delicate and tender flesh."
When she had seen this group of people arriving, she knew they must have had a purpose, so she put on a friendly face, making them lower their guard.
Sure enough, these people really thought she would help them find someone and decided to stay on her property.
"It's a pity about that young girl, that's the tenderest meat, but she's a master, can't eat her first!"
Thinking of the young girl who had stayed close to her earlier, she felt regretful, wishing she could eat her first.
