"Junior Brother Ying, are you sure bringing us here is proper?!"
Shui Huo'er widened her eyes, staring in disbelief at the lavish building before them, with its carved beams and painted rafters-a brothel.
A huge plaque hung above the entrance, bearing the three boldly flowing characters for "Fragrant Pavilion," gleaming brightly.
At that moment, more than a dozen young women in heavy makeup and dazzling finery stood at the entrance, waving and smiling warmly at their group. Meanwhile, a steady stream of brightly dressed men came and went.
Shui Huo'er felt dizzy, as though the entire world had begun spinning around her.
Beside her, Fatty Zhang pretended nothing was amiss. "Junior Brother, don't invite me along to places like this again. We're really not interested... ahem!"
Yet his round eyes had already widened until they nearly popped out of their sockets, and drool unconsciously trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Fatty Zhang was not the only one making a spectacle of himself. Even supposedly steady, self-possessed figures such as "Master Jie Kong" and "Daoist Xuan Chengzi"-titles they had shamelessly bestowed upon themselves, of course-now wore lecherous expressions, looking for all the world like two fat, lustful pigs.
By contrast, Lin Zihan, Miss Shui, and the other women stared daggers at Ying Ming Hao, their hostility utterly undisguised, as though they might rush over and throttle him at any moment.
Of course, had they not considered how many prying eyes and wagging tongues surrounded them, making it inappropriate to embarrass Ying Ming Hao too badly, the women would probably have lost their patience and laid hands on him already.
As for the passersby, every last one was astonished by the sight.
After all, men visiting a brothel together were a common enough sight, but a group of strikingly attractive,