Chapter 11 Break His Finger

"To reach the fourth grade of Skin Refinement, you swallowed 25 Body Refining Pills. Don't you understand what it meant? You shouldn't have breathed a word of this to anyone. Not even me!" Grace uttered, seating herself on the cattail hassock, legs crossed. As she glowered at Ricky, the meaning in her eyes was unmistakable. Other women had richly ornamented chambers, but Grace's was positively spartan. It was as basic as Ricky's, with only a single bed, one small table, several chairs, and a cattail...