When Ying Ming Hao sneaked back on tiptoe, Lin Zihan, Miss Shui, and the others were still utterly engrossed, blissfully unaware that he had gone out to take care of something important and returned.
Ye Rulan and Zhao Bufan seemed to have a thousand things to say to each other. Usually a man of few words, Zhao Bufan now spoke like a cascading river, pouring forth on every subject and giving everyone a whole new impression of him.
Ying Ming Hao stopped pretending to be drunk and walked out openly. He pulled Huang Rong, who was less interested in gossip, aside to whisper to her, pouring out all the torment of his longing as he seized her delicate hands and stroked them all over.
Little Chicken Kun spun around the pair like a top, clucking incessantly, as though saying, "You two had better not betray Ye Hua!" Little Chicken Kun had seen everything.
Finding the racket unbearable, Ying Ming Hao stuffed two large roast chickens into Little Chicken Kun's mouth to silence the bird. Then he told Huang Rong all sorts of jokes, making the innocent woman shake with laughter like blossoms trembling on a branch, her hand covering her mouth as she giggled without pause.
Even when the sun began to rise, Zhao Bufan and Ye Rulan still seemed to have endless things to say. The others grew somewhat bored and began heading out to explore the nearby area. After all, they had spent the whole night here without finishing their sightseeing.
Naturally, no one objected. Not long after the women left, Fatty Zhang, Lin Yong, Jie Kong, and the others emerged slowly like ghosts, trembling as they supported themselves against the walls. Their faces were as pale as paper, as though their souls had been sucked out.