The two tomb guardians began their stiff dance, but in the small courtyard they had just spat at, the lights were still on.
Wang Yuan and Lady Peach Fairy were enjoying a drink with a table full of delicious dishes.
"Come, Brother Cui, I toast to you."
Lady Peach Fairy hardly touched her food, simply holding the wine cup in her delicate hand and tenderly bringing it to Wang Yuan's lips, watching him drink the liquid as if entranced.
At heart, Wang Yuan was not a pure and innocent fifteen-year-old boy, and Thief Cat Cui Tong was no easy mark either.
At this moment, as if possessed by a true bandit of the Green Forest, he welcomed the seductive postures of the beautiful woman without resistance.
He even took initiative, drunkenly leaning in to kiss her snow-white neck, his stubble grazing her pale, delicate skin, eliciting a series of delicate giggles from her.
