The two rooms in the west wing were originally tightly shut.
Now, they are both wide open.
The situation of the two beauties who were originally asleep inside seems a bit precarious at the moment.
Especially their posture.
Under the pale moonlight of the autumn night.
A certain man boldly walks out from the lady's room, carrying two beautiful and lovely women, one on each shoulder.
He looks like a mountain bandit who, on a profitable night's raid, has snatched away a pair of wealthy ladies and a pretty maid, carrying them back to the mountain to become his forced wives and bedmates...
"You... you put me down!"
The 'lady' said.
"Stop messing around, it's late at night, what are you trying to do without sleeping? We have to travel tomorrow, go back to sleep; you, you, you... stop causing trouble!"
