Senior, you have quite the skills; this junior almost lost

Everyone wore strange expressions, puzzled over what deep meaning Lu Bei's actions held. The seven large Gu family carriages in particular looked grim, merely lowering their heads to drink.

We know you're allies, close enough to share a pair of pants. Who are you showing off your love to?

The person involved, Zhao Wuyou, was panicking like crazy. If possible, she was of course willing, but this was broad daylight, with elders of her clan present.

Find a quiet room with no one around, and Lu Bei can do whatever he wants.

"Tsk, you weren't like this before. This Sect Master will demonstrate first."

Lu Bei raised his brows. With wine held in his mouth, he tilted up her exquisite little chin, ignoring the onlookers as he passed over the imported wine from Wu Zhou.

Zhao Wuyou's face flared red in an instant. Little by little, she gently swallowed the lingering warmth in her mouth. Perhaps the wine was too strong, for a tipsy flush burned from the roots of her ears all the way down her fair, slender neck.

After sending over a cup of Wu Zhou's imported red wine, Lu Bei raised his brows and looked toward Zhao Yan Ye.

That's right, I slept with her. This white-haired beauty is so smooth. Just tell me—aren't you pissed?

If you're pissed, come over and beat me up!

To Lu Bei's bewilderment, Zhao Yan Ye was merely surprised for a moment. He sighed over how many tricks young people had and how well they knew how to play, but did not reveal the fury Lu Bei had hoped to see.

Old man, could you give me some reaction? I even gave away my first kiss. If you don't respond at all, won't that make me look like an idiot?

There