Mist filled the room, and together with the faint glow of the oil lamp, made everything even hazier. Qin Jun stared so hard his eyes nearly popped out, completely forgetting the aches throughout his body.
Following his gaze, one could see a small partition beside him screened by red gauze. A curvaceous figure stood in a wooden tub behind the gauze, her outline clearly visible. She was obviously a woman. The steam made the red gauze flutter gently, and the glimpses of pale skin nearly made Qin Jun spray blood from his nose. The fragrance drifting through the air stirred his heart and unsettled his mind.
"Where did this lecher come from? You're courting death!"
A familiar feminine shout rang out. In an instant, three Golden Needles pierced through the red gauze and shot straight at Qin Jun at incredible speed, frightening him into hurriedly rolling aside.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The Golden Needles embedded themselves in the floorboards, trembling slightly.
Qin Jun endured the pain and forced himself up, shouting, "Miss! This is a misunderstanding! The floor collapsed, it has nothing to do with me! I'm a victim too!"
"Hm? Young Master Jun?"
The other party cried out in surprise, delighting Qin Jun. She actually recognized him. It seemed the misunderstanding could be cleared up.
He looked up and saw the woman behind the red gauze beginning to dress. His eyes remained fixed on her, but he muttered, "Do not look upon impropriety... do not look upon impropriety..."
He had no idea what the woman behind the gauze looked like, but her voice was lovely and her figure was explosive.
Qin Jun let his imagination run wild. Soon, she pulled aside the red gauze and walked out. Her bare feet, delicate as jade carvings, stepped toward him. Looking upward, he