Song Shou'an and his party left Huatang Qiuyue, facing the river breeze as they moved forward, walking very slowly.
After having a few cups of wine, he felt a bit tipsy, his heart burning with desire, his expression one of lingering satisfaction.
The Attendant smiled obsequiously.
"Master, what do you think of Little Taohong?"
Song Shou'an casually said, "Not bad."
Having left Central Capital, he didn't need to serve under the watchful eye of that shrewish woman, and Song Shou'an felt completely spirited, quite pleased with everything he saw. Naturally blessed with a handsome face, riding a tall horse to Huatang Qiuyue, he was bound to attract the attention of many beautiful and delicate ladies swirling around him, a most delightful feeling.
Little Taohong was indeed the most beautiful amongst them.
But Song Shou'an had the desire, yet not the courage.
