Mu Xi Yao paused for a second. They knew martial arts? Did they send dancers or “genuine pleasure ladies”? One moment, she was engrossed in her thoughts and in another Zhong Zheng Lin turned sideways to grasp half of her ample derrière. Her cheeks flushed with color. This man became increasingly unscrupulous outside. As soon as he obstructed other people’s gazes with his body, he started to knead her.