The mood room was hot and heavy, lust seeming to permeate like an oppressive presence in the air.
Murong Ling pressed sneakily against the door outside. He dug a hole in the paper window and peeked in.
"Third Prince, what are you doing?" Fan Men questioned as he walked over. Murong Ling shushed him without looking back, gesturing at him to keep quiet.
Fan Men's expression darkened and he said coldly, "Third Prince, how can you peek at Master's bedroom matters? Please leave now or I will have no choice but to inform Master."
Murong Ling straightened his back and looked at Fan Men. "Brother Fan, don't do that. I'll let you have a peek too."
What? Fan Men was speechless.
"Brother Fan, aren't you curious about your Master's bedroom affairs?"
