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Cheng Guang, under the watchful eyes of those around him, slowly walked into the building and made his way to the second floor.
He saw the aged figure, relentlessly fixated on the unspeakable performance of the women inside the building.
Deng's aged eyes were wide open.
From time to time, he would even lick his lips.
Even with such behavior,
he somehow managed to hold himself back.
In his eyes, there wasn't even a flicker of emotional fluctuation, no other thoughts, only pure appreciation.
In terms of watching the event with civility, none could be more civilized than Deng.
Cheng Guang sat down near Deng, taking a moment to enjoy his tea and rest.
Cheng Guang was quite at ease.
Qing Luan, visiting the brothel for the first time, felt a bit uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the surrounding gazes.
But she quickly adjusted.
She even dared to glare back at those who looked her way.
What? Who says a woman can't come to a brothel?
