"People just know, you've liked married women since you were little."
...
Duan Yun stood outside, listening to their conversation, even he, the Old Demon Duan, found it twisted.
But he didn't leave.
It wasn't that he wanted to watch the show, but he encountered an opportunity.
At this time, the young man was clearly worn out, panting as he got off the woman, and the red lantern no longer swayed.
"You better leave, I'm going soon. Mingtian is busy, but sometimes he comes looking for me." The woman's voice sounded quietly.
The young man grumbled: "They say men are heartless once the need is gone, but I think you're worse."
"Yeah, I'm going back to my husband, and you, for quite a while, can only watch."
"Damn, I see Red Tower Mountain has been busy lately, they're going into the mountain, aren't they? Golden Mountain is hard to return from once entered, best if Hong Mingtian goes in and dies, that way I can come see you every day."
"Annoying! I don't want to become a widow."
