Inside Chief Zhou's tent,
Plates of half-finished food lay scattered across the table, and Chief Zhou himself was slumped forward.
His head resting on the wooden surface, while his face completely flushed red.
"Mmm… profit…" he mumbled in his sleep with a silly grin, clearly lost in a pleasant dream.
But if he were to wake up and see the scene behind the curtain... on his own bed, he would probably faint on the spot and think he was still dreaming.
Below the curtain, a faint, transparent barrier shimmered, silently sealing the heat and sound around the bed, keeping every trace of debauchery from slipping out.
But if one were to step inside, they would have notice the atmosphere would change entirely.
As the air was thick behind the curtain, heavy with desire, and carried the intoxicating scent of sweat and pleasure from the pair tangled on the bed.
"Ahhh…! Aahhh~… Haaah…!"
