Chapter 892: She is Really Not Good at Playing Matchmaker for the God of Love _1

"Cough, cough."

After an incense stick had burned, Lin Qingluo learned Lin Qinghan's intention. The tea she had just drunk, still not yet swallowed, almost got sprayed out.

Not only that, she even choked on it, holding her chest and coughing continuously.

"Cousin, please help Qingying," Lin Qinghan begged with clasped hands, his face pleading as he smiled.

Lin Qingluo: "..."

She really wasn't good at playing the matchmaker!

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At dusk, Little Kingfisher flew back and landed gracefully on the window sill, smoothing its feathers.

"Where is the Wind and Moon Pavilion Master? Did you find out?"

Lin Qingluo looked at her adorably happy little pet, her eyes curved.

"She's in Drunken Mist Alley."

Little Kingfisher narrowed its eyes and added with a hint of amusement, "The most famous red-light district in Jinling City."

"Cough, cough."

Feeling speechless, Lin Qingluo muttered, "She sure knows how to enjoy life."

"Master, are you going?"