The young man saw James Black coming down at this moment, somewhat surprised.
"Brother Strongman, is there something going on?" The young man opened his mouth, the thick smell of wine was overwhelming, indicating he had drunk quite a bit tonight, yet he showed no signs of drunkenness, suggesting his drinking capacity must be quite good.
The young man walked toward James Black, raising his hand to rest on James Black's shoulder, "How was tonight's spring feast? Was it ecstatic?"
As the young man spoke, his words were accompanied by a lewd laugh.
"She seems to have a fever." James Black, ignoring the clarity in his heart, asked, "Do you have a thermometer?"
"A fever?" The young man withdrew his hand from James Black's shoulder, "This woman is really a killjoy, isn't she? Or perhaps, Brother Strongman, you tormented her enough to scare her sick with your prowess?"
