"Hmm, that's really comfortable. Yes, right there. Comfortable... comfortable... Put some pressure... Yes, right there."
From inside the hut, the grunting of the elderly artist Hou Zhen could be heard. Through the window, covered only by a thin gauze curtain, Jiang Xiaobai could even see Hou Zhen lying on the bed while his female disciple Qing Xuan, lifting up her cheongsam, straddled him and massaged.
"Damn, he really is an old lecher."
Jiang Xiaobai coughed a few times outside the fence, then raised his voice and yelled, "Is Mr. Hou at home? It's Hu Hansan again!"
Before he finished speaking, the two people inside panicked.
Qing Xuan quickly got off the elderly artist, helped him get dressed, and then fixed up her own appearance.
"Who is it? What brings you here so late at night?"
The voice of Qing Xuan came from inside the hut.
"It's me, Jiang Xiaobai, who visited during the day," Jiang Xiaobai shouted back.
