"Good poem, good poem!"
Undying Young Master Xuan nodded in satisfaction, giving his own talent a thumbs-up.
At this moment, Wang Hao flew to the group and laughed heartily, "Young Master Xuan's poem is quite good. Let me compose one too: Young Master Xuan often sneaks peeks at the fair maidens, can't sleep at night, his mind filled with surging waves. He must rise, grab thin paper, close his eyes, and use his hand to indulge himself. Once full, he cries, ah~ comfortable, comfortable!"
"Pfft..."
The whole crowd burst out laughing again. Truly, scoundrels gravitate towards scoundrels, and now two scoundrels make a pair.
Undying Young Master Xuan was not happy, "Nonsense, I go for women directly. Why would I sneak peeks!? And self-pleasing, that's impossible forever!?"
Wang Hao huffed, "You started the nonsense, of course, I had to follow suit with nonsense."
