Frankly speaking, Red Fang Workshop was quite similar to the pleasure houses Yu Ci had seen while wandering the mortal world. Although the women's primary job here was to create an environment for the cultivators of Yinkui City to forge connections and introduce business, even Wan Quan, who lived here, did not deny that a few individuals in the workshop engaged in carnal business and cultivated patrons, which actually proved more beneficial to their so-called "primary work."
This was considered the norm in the Northern Wastes, and Yu Ci was not really surprised. It was just that the low exclamation he had heard moments before sounded familiar, prompting him to take a second look. His gaze pierced through the barrier formed by the rockery and floral wall, falling into the semi-independent courtyard next door.
The first thing he saw was Bao Yun, who was already half-paralyzed in someone's arms like soft mud.
Yu Ci still held a deep impression of this intensely charming and alluring woman. When they first met, this woman had displayed a boldness far surpassing Wan Quan, and her temperament was extremely sharp and fiery. Yet at this moment, she lacked the slightest bit of strength throughout her entire body. Her fiery-red dress had slipped halfway down, leaving only a matching undergarment to cover her, revealing snow-white skin and a sheen of fragrant sweat.
From his current angle, Yu Ci could not see the other person's appearance, only a slender palm stroking across Bao Yun's snowy skin.
"Guest, oh!"
Bao Yun let out a coaxing, sweet cry. Clearly, she was already stirred by passion, yet as Yu Ci analyzed human hearts, he always felt that this voice carried a certain awkwardness, as if she were holding back. At this thought, Yu Ci couldn't help but chuckle dumbly.