In the small courtyard, late at night.
Tangtang was stewing beef and potatoes for her younger brother, who used to get hungry at night and, surprisingly, eat three meals a day.
The great Young Master of Ganshan City—Tang Wen—sat on a small stool barely a handspan off the ground, skillfully adding firewood to the stove pit.
The firelight flickered, its light and shadows dancing as three maids watched his face from across the courtyard.
One moment, bright and captivating; the next, dark and alluring.
No matter what, he was just handsome.
Perhaps it was because of the cold, but as they watched, the three women squeezed their thighs together.
"When you go back this time, are you going to take Sister Bing with you?"
"I want to take all of you with me!"
Tangtang seemed tempted by the idea.
Out of sight of the two siblings, the three maids nodded vigorously.
