The two women took his instructions to heart. The moment he left, they closed their eyes and fell fast asleep.
The stars were sparse under the bright moon, and a thin mist shrouded the night.
Under the cover of night, Tang Wen slipped away and arrived outside a small courtyard.
Light shone through the bamboo paper of the window.
Inside, a delicate hand gripped a pair of ivory chopsticks, pinching a full serving of mutton sliced thin as a cicada's wing and blowing on it to cool it down.
"Eating hot pot all by yourself?"
"Who?" Li Zi froze, then saw the man from her erotic dreams push the door open and step inside.
And the door, old and in disrepair, made no sound at all as it opened.
"You're here!"
Li Zi leaped up from her stool, and the pair of small melons on her chest bounced, changing shape with the sudden movement.
Paired with her delicate, schoolgirl-like features, Tang Wen, whose ardor had just begun to cool, felt his desire stir once more.
