Lu Jingzhi: "… What are you yelling about? I couldn't see clearly."
Chu Ji couldn't help himself, and flicked her on the forehead. "You're so young."
Lu Jingzhi felt wronged. The places she'd learned about in poems were all for pleasure seeking!
… It seemed that gambling houses were also for pleasure seeking.
Fine, so her thoughts were unhealthy.
A guilty conscience flashed in her eyes.
The two looked at each other and then turned their heads in tacit understanding.
Then, they looked at each other again.
Lu Jingzhi: "… Shall we have a look?"
Chu Ji swallowed his saliva, "Not… Not a good idea…"
"How many times can one come to Jiangnan in their lifetime?" Lu Jingzhi touched her chin, watching the dimly lit boats coming and going, and waved to one of them.
It was too late for Chu Ji to stop her.
"Let this be known to only us, and not to Xiaobai and Zhuizhui."
"Swear."
"I swear."
And so, the two set foot on the boat with the idea of "broadening their horizons."
