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"Who, who allowed you people to steal the credit from me here! You, you people from Dongxu Mansion have too much nerve, causing trouble in my Pan Mansion in the middle of the night?" Pan Yong panicked, hurriedly using his hand to cover Liu Rongrong's mouth below him for fear that she would make a sound asking for help. "Someone come, someone come! Drag these two fellows out and throw them to my father for disposal!"

"Someone come?" Longyang raised an eyebrow, lifting his hand to his ear and deliberately putting on a look of not being able to hear. "Come who? Oh--does Young Master Pan mean those hundred or so guards of yours downstairs? They're fast asleep, put to sleep by Lord Wei and me, right?" After saying that, he draped an elbow over Wei Chenmu's shoulder.

"If Young Master Pan has any needs, just call for Lord Wei and me to serve you." Longyang pulled out his smoking pipe outside the door, showing no intention of going in to save people immediately, and stood at the entrance puffing away. "However, this lord has long heard that Young Master Pan isn't very capable when it comes to women, and I thought it was just a rumor. It seems it really is true, though—needing over a hundred guards to help deal with a woman, tsk tsk, how weak!"

"Longyang, you, you, you're talking nonsense!"

"Ah? Then take your hand away, let that woman beneath you groan a couple of times for this lord to hear, and see if she's satisfied with your performance?"

"You!"

"Failing to make a woman willingly go to bed with you really shames a man."

"You-surname-Long..." Just as Pan Yong turned his head and stood up to throw a fit, the upper of a black