"What exactly is your relationship with Rong Heng?"
"Everyone has their own secrets," Nian Xia said with a smile, her gaze lowering slightly, frowning, "Young Master, don't you have any?"
Gu Lan said, "But your secret looks more mysterious, Market Master, why do you always wear a mask?"
As she spoke, she used her drunkenness to press Nian Xia directly onto the soft couch.
"What really lies behind the Market Master's mask?"
Nian Xia was momentarily dazed by Gu Lan's actions, as if sensing something.
Then she regained her seductive demeanor, turned her head, and with a breath fragrant like orchids said, "You two go out first, and make sure no one disturbs the springtime moment between me and the Young Master."
"Zheng——"
The Great Compassion Mantra suddenly stopped.
"Yes."
"Wait," Nian Xia glanced at Zipei, "Take this gentleman away too."
Du Ruo first helped Zipei up and threw him into another room, then supported the drunken Qing Dai out, whispering:
