"Mm." Qin Yu gave a slight nod.
"Master, what can I do for you?" Sangba looked at Qin Yu with ingratiating eyes.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Yu said, "Prepare a felt tent for me. Before the beast-fighting contest begins, no one is to disturb me."
"Yes!"
With a grin, Qin Yu said, "And it would be best to prepare some mare's milk liquor."
"Sure thing! This way please, esteemed guests."
Soon, Qin Yu and Mo Yuqi were led to a felt tent, where the centerpiece was a large stove burning smokeless coals.
Seeing a large soft couch in the tent, Mo Yuqi hurried over and comfortably rolled around on the big bed.
"Boss, actually, we don't need to drink. It's so hot here!"
Mo Yuqi removed her coat with seductive flair.
"Qiqi, you're really naughty, you know I'm not in the mood, and yet you're still teasing me," said Qin Yu with a helpless shake of his head, then vigorously shook Little Song, "Little Song, wake up!"
