A man in his fifties, a little bald, a bit old, but it doesn't matter that he's thin and white, I can borrow him for a while.,Bai Xianxian immediately nodded at the receptionist and, with graceful strides, followed the man inside as if she were with him all along.,Bai Xianxian took a deep breath, then pulled out the second tool she had prepared for tonight—a device that sprayed mist. The steam shot directly onto Li Lingxuan on the bed.。