"Maybe, the master should take a Martial Artist Lady," the shopkeeper's wife quietly murmured.
Having never experienced great storms and waves, Xiaozhu did not know how terrifying they could be. Previously, she thought of the sweet, intimate moments while serving the master, but now... it was sweet, yet overly so, to the point she nearly fainted.
The maid in green nodded in agreement.
...
Though Fang Jianlong was of Seventh Grade, he had a strong physique.
Yet the Singing and Dancing Geisha on the couch were unexpectedly a bit frenzied.
Their frenzy created an illusion for Fang Jianlong.
It wasn't until blood appeared on the couch, while they continued to scream, that Fang Jianlong realized something was wrong.
He hurriedly got up, turned back, but the Singing and Dancing Geisha were still deeply entrapped in desire, hard to extricate themselves.
Fang Jianlong went up to shake the two women, but they just giggled, showing no signs of waking up.
