The darkness of night was at its deepest.
Cui Yun had stepped out for a bit, seemingly to deal with those knocked unconscious by Ying Yi.
With urgent matters at hand, Shen Hua didn't stop him.
Ignoring the pout currently adorning her lips, the girl was, after all, gentle and virtuous.
The room fell silent once again, and it was as if Shen Hua could hear her own shallow breathing. She had to admit, the false alarm had settled her nerves.
After all, this was a brothel. The decorations in the room were tastelessly vulgar. With nothing else to do, Shen Hua began surveying her surroundings.
What she saw was truly scandalous.
The entire wall opposite was covered with paintings even more explicit than any erotic painting Shen Hua had previously seen.
There were more than a dozen positions, just in terms of postures.
Her knowledge of oddities grew.
