Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

But fortunately, the mission was successfully completed and they can be said to have put aside their past grudges.

But he knew Qiao Mu's thoughts. Although he didn't know if he had changed, he still had to take precautions. Regardless of whether he was abnormal in the first place or... it was just because of him that he was like that, he had to let him return to a normal life.

Mr. Mu had seen his parents' love since he was a child, so he thought that all love was like his parents' and should be like his parents'.

After a cold shower, he felt back to normal. To suppress his increasingly restless heart, he made a crucial decision—he would find two people to vent his anger. He couldn't hold it in for too long, or else he wouldn't face Qiao Zhong next time. It would taint their relationship.

Qiao Mu was very distracted, and even the cold water was of no use.

Thinking back on Mr. Mu's reaction, what I did was not out of line, so his reaction was actually the most primitive and no one instigated it. Doesn't this mean that he is not so cruel to me?

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Over and over again, all he could think about was Mr. Mu. He was wondering whether he should go see Mr. Mu in the next two days. What if he pushed him too far?

He didn't go to see Mr. Mu, but received a "big gift".

It was sent by Mr. Mu.

Perhaps he wanted to make his position clear, or perhaps... it was because of the subtle and subtle thoughts in his heart that he thoughtfully arranged two for Qiumu as well.

It's not like he hadn't been to places like this before, but it was mostly for missions. He had never experienced this kind of pure... experience. Led by his familiar subordinates, he smelled the strong scent of cosmetics as soon as he reached the door. It made him cough, and he didn't want to go in anymore.

The subordinate said, "It's like this the first time, you'll get used to it."

I went in with no purpose in mind, which gave me time to observe. It was indeed a place of bright lights, wine, and women, with a riot of colour!

His subordinates suggested that he just ask a girl he liked to go upstairs, but Mr. Mu felt that he was not ready yet, so he watched the singing and dancing downstairs first.

His subordinates had ordered two girls to accompany him. Mr. Mu still hadn't gotten used to the strong scent of cosmetics, which made him miss the coldness of the place. He turned away anyone who tried to get close to him. In no time, he was fed by the two of them, biting on oranges and pastries. Help! No one told him he couldn't eat before coming here.

In the past, in order to be more efficient in the task, I always kept a distance from strangers. How could I have such experience?

While he was in a daze, another peeled orange slice was fed to his mouth. The subordinates who came with him had disappeared long ago. He felt inexplicably irritated and put down his teacup and was about to leave.

The old procuress, who had been dumbfounded for a long time, stopped him and said, "Sir, this young man hasn't enjoyed himself yet? Just leave."

Mr. Mu was very annoyed and didn't give her any face at all: "Go away!"

The madam knew he was inexperienced the moment she saw him. She thought he didn't know the procedure, so she reassured him, "Don't worry! We have plenty of experienced girls here. I'll help you pick a few, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Now that you're here, why leave?"

Mr. Mu was forcibly dragged back and taken to a red room on the second floor. There was everything in the room, including musical instruments and a platform for people to dance. There was a row of chairs below, just like a small stage.

There were all kinds of gadgets to entertain people when they walked in. The madam brought him there and told him to wait while she went downstairs to pick a girl.

Mr. Mu was stunned by what was inside: the sexy, sheer cape, the books, the... oh! There was so much, everything you knew and didn't know. Further inside, there was a red curtain of gauze, and in the middle, a bathtub with flower petals spread out below. Presumably, hot water would be added if a guest requested it.

I walked further in, past a sea of flowers, until I reached the bedside. Red gauze curtains fluttered gently, and only a single lantern flickered on and off on either side of the bed. From the bed, I could even glimpse the faint shadow of the bathing pool.

I don’t know what words to use to describe it, but just this equipment and facilities can make a person live a life of intoxication and debauchery.

Mr. Mu was shocked by how luxurious this place was. It was truly a den of extravagance and debauchery.

I suppressed my annoyance and thought that since I was already here, I should give it a try. What if he finds someone he likes in the future?

Mr. Mu hesitated, without any of the boldness he had when he first came in.

With nothing to do, he would either pluck the strings of his zither or play the small drum. The strong smell of cosmetics made his mouth dry, and he saw the tea on the table and guzzled it. The small pot of tea was empty, but it was not enough to quench his thirst. He was still thirsty, and the heat was growing. Finally, he realized something was wrong and opened the door to leave, but happened to meet someone carrying water. The sight of the water made him unable to move.

Waiting for them to pour it into the bathtub bucket by bucket.

After the people left, he took off his outer clothes without caring about anything else and walked back in. His anxious figure staggered and he fell straight into the pool as if he had tripped over something. The sudden feeling of suffocation made him sober up for a moment, and he got up and sat up.

The water temperature was not low, which had no effect at all. He felt hot and uncomfortable, and was upset. But he was a martial artist after all, so when he heard the slightest noise outside, he held onto the wall of the pool and tried to stand up.

But when he saw a girl coming in, or to be more precise... a girl who was almost naked, he knew what she was doing without having to think about it. Although he knew the purpose of coming here, it still seemed a little unbelievable that he had come here. For a moment, his eyes were fixed and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

When the girl saw that he was staring at her, she raised her lips in a mocking arc and did not enter the water immediately. Instead, she reached out from behind Mr. Mu across the bathtub and tried to take off his mask. Mr. Mu came to his senses and realized that she was going to touch his mask, so he pressed it down with his hand to stop her.

The girl was obviously an old hand, and she patiently said, "Be good, let me see what you look like."

"No."

The smell on her body was even stronger, making Mr. Mu dizzy. He asked in a daze, "Who are you?"

The woman leaned over to Mr. Mu's ear and blew softly, "It's me! I'm here to teach you."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Mr. Mu's abdomen, but he was grabbed by his hand and took a step back. "No." The tone he thought was very cold was many times softer than usual.

The woman teased, "Why not? Of course."

With the cooperation of her hands, she easily broke free from his restraints and groped around on his body.

Mr. Mu felt his breathing was being dragged along by her hand, and it was getting hotter and hotter, and his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred. With the last bit of rationality, he once again grabbed her moving hand, repeating incoherently: "No, you, you, it's not him. Get out now, I'm going to sleep, please leave."

"I'm here to sleep with you!"

"No, you can't just sleep with anyone."

The girl was almost out of patience and turned around to get into the bathtub. But Mr. Mu pointed behind her and said, "Don't come over here, or he will beat you."