Beside the dock, the painting boat slowly moved as the muscular servant stood at the stern, rowing.
The windows of the painting boat were open, and the thin silk curtains, swaying in the breeze, revealed soft lighting and silhouettes of graceful figures.
Li Si, Xu Shu, and Zhang Zheng subconsciously stepped forward, tiptoeing as if this would allow them to see better. Xiao Man scoffed, "Can't you three have a bit of self-control? If not, why don't you just get on the boat, no one's stopping you."
Xu Shu laughed, "Are you serious?"
Xiao Man curled her lips, "Even though my uncle is a monk, at this moment it shows the little monk's self-discipline..."
Just as she spoke, she turned her head and saw the little monk bending over, trying to peer into the cabin through the gap in the wind-blown silk curtains. Xiao Man immediately pinched the little monk's ear, making him stand up straight, "You, a monk, are looking at this for what reason?"
