"Mr. Chen! What happened? What's wrong with the young lord?" Old Meng was running back to the tent, looking nervous.
"It's probably because .... the medicine was too strong that the young lord has already begun to liberate himself. There's no need to get Wenren Muyue, just let him pleasure himself." Chen Xiaobei said.
"Plea… Pleasure himself?" Old Meng was shocked.
"Ah, don't worry, Old Meng. Sure you can go take a look yourself. But let me give you a friendly warning, it's going to hurt your eyes!" Chen Xiaobei shrugged.
"Er…"
Old Meng thought for a second, when he suddenly opened the curtains of the tent, stuck his head inside, and then immediately popped back out, squeezing his eyes shut.
"He's okay, right? Should we stop him? If he continues like that, the pillar is going to break."
Old Meng's brows were furrowed, and his forehead creased.
