After three rounds of drinks, the room gradually quieted.
Ye Yunchi seemed unable to hold her liquor. She slumped over the round table, her face buried in her arms. Her ears were visibly crimson, and her body occasionally trembled.
Zhao Ling, too, had drunk herself into blissful lightheadedness. She leaned back against the man's chest, even pulling his hand to her bosom and leaving it there as she babbled drunkenly:
"Who's bigger, Senior Nangong or this princess? Hmm~?"
Xie Jinhuan secretly kneaded and rubbed gently with his left hand, while his right hand did the same. Blood qi was practically steaming from his entire body, but he could hardly carry these two behind gauzy bed curtains to enjoy himself to his heart's content. He could only work both sides, diligently attending to his patrons, and say helplessly:
"That's hard to say. You're different heights, so even if your figures are both flawless, there'll still be differences in size-"
"So you think this princess is too short?"
"How could I? I don't even think Senior Qixia is too small-"
"Shh~ You can't go saying that. I heard from Qingmo that Purple Emblem Mountain's records say Qixia Patriarch is petty. Anyone who dares call her venerable self short has to sweep Purple Emblem Mountain for half their life-"
Zhao Ling's breathing was rather unsteady too, but taking her male favorite back to her room in her arms was clearly a little too outrageous. She merely leaned against his chest and played with his fingers. Just as she was enjoying herself, she suddenly sensed something:
"Oh? Senior Nangong's responding. I have to go back. Father gave me an opportunity, and I haven't thanked him for his grace yet-"
With that, she closed her eyes.
Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan intended to withdraw his hands