Angry curses mixed with the sound of the wind.
Strange.
Shouldn't it be the delicate laughter of beauties?
Why was it the mocking laughter of grown men?
Liang Qu fell into thought.
Ran Zhongyi boarded the painted boat first, and the recovered Liang Qu quickly followed suit.
The boatman tied up the skiff, jumped onto the deck, and pulled the rope to hoist the small boat up.
Ran Zhongyi gestured, and the boatman turned and entered the cabin.
Liang Qu was very sensitive to the movement of water.
The painted boat was moving.
"Let's go, it should be just us left."
Liang Qu nodded and followed Ran Zhongyi up to the second floor, pushed open the door, and was met with a clamor that surged like the tide.
