Old Liu felt utterly undone. The Songstress he remembered as so alluring, so skilled at understanding men-and undressing them-was actually a cross-dressing player.
Thinking of how bashful she had looked resting on his arm in the Tomb Chamber gave Old Liu goose bumps all over. But when he thought of how he and Li Yan had slept nestled together in the Land of Extreme Cold... he felt considerably better.
Old Liu had only ever imagined things, eagerly anticipating meeting a beautiful female teammate. But Li Yan had really been "stabbed" by him.
No, he couldn't think about it anymore. The images were already forming...
Li Yan really was hardcore. He lived up to the name Little War Wolf.
At the dining table, Old Liu shook his head hard and looked away from Tang Feng.
By now, the six of them-Li Yan, Tang Feng, Old Liu, Huang Wei, Gu Nian, and Ren Qingning-had taken their seats.
Tap, tap!
Footsteps sounded as Ren Ye emerged from the kitchen. "Last dish. That's everything."
"Come on, hurry up and sit down."
"I really didn't expect you to know how to cook." A hint of surprise showed in Gu Nian's eyes.
"Heh, I just muddle through." Ren Ye took off his apron and instinctively bent down to fetch the good liquor beneath the table, only to catch sight of the remaining half bottle of Maotai.
The scene of their last family dinner was still vivid in his mind.
Ren Ye paused briefly, reached out, and pushed the Maotai into the cupboard. When he straightened up, he held two fresh bottles, his expression unchanged. "Here, everyone have a little."
A moment later, with everyone's glasses filled, they all looked at Ren Ye at the head of the table.
"Little Prince Huai, say a few words," Old