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"Stop fooling around," Yan Hanxiang said, not because she thought it was a bad idea but because she felt they should avoid any impropriety.
"Okay," surprisingly, Zhuang Jing agreed with a smile, "Ran, no looking back."
"Mrs. Jing!" Gu Ran was utterly puzzled.
"Are you really going to go down?" Yan Hanxiang asked Zhuang Jing, who was heading toward the changing room.
"Regardless, you have to go down and help Qingyan up, right?" As Zhuang Jing spoke, she slid off her belt.
With the belt loosened, the sides of the robe opened, presenting a breathtaking view even Yan Hanxiang, a woman herself, couldn't help but glance at.
Zhuang Jing was right, whether He Qingyan was truly drunk or not, she was unwilling to leave the men's bath, and they had to take her away.
"It's really nothing," Heitian Jin also began to undress, "as long as Ran doesn't turn around, hic, there's still a 'bamboo fence' between us."
She belched, drunk.
