After who knows how long, finally the noise ceased.
Nobody dared to go in, but they were afraid the masters had drunk themselves into a stupor; they couldn't just ignore it.
In the end, it was still Chang Xi and Sister Li.
There was no other way, they had to go, as both were trusted by the masters.
The two entered cautiously, and almost dropped their jaws.
The scene...
Was simply...
Unbelievable, the curtain on the couch was gone, pressed beneath the two people, while the Fourteenth Master laid there sleeping askew, his pillow on the ground.
The Fourteenth Fujin had her foot on his belly, and one hand seemed to be clutching the Fourteenth Master's neck.
The other hand was still holding onto his braid.
The Fourteenth Master clutched the Fourteenth Fujin's clothes in his hand, with a pearl flower in the other.
The Fourteenth Fujin's hair was a mess, her jewelry scattered everywhere...
The scene was simply unbearable to look at.
