Shengle City.
Within the City Guard's Mansion, in the rear residence, lay a bedroom.
On the bed, Siniang leaned in, offering her lips to Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan, however, instinctively turned his face away, dodging backward slightly.
Siniang glanced at Zheng Fan, her eyes full of coquettish charm, and said, "My Lord, are you disgusted with yourself?"
"HEH, HEH HEH, HEH HEH HEH..." Chief Zheng could only manage an awkward laugh at this point.
"My Lord, rest a while longer. This servant will go freshen up."
With that, Siniang rose from the bed. After washing up and dressing, she walked to the door and pushed it open.
The crisp morning air rushed in, instantly refreshing one's spirit.
Siniang stretched her arms, and silk threads shot out from her body, automatically weaving themselves into lifelike butterflies that fluttered gracefully.
Under the eaves of the building opposite, a "bat" hung upside down.
