Wen Kexing was even more baffled. Privately, he wondered--could the chief Poisonous Scorpion really have let a prostitute entertain customers in his own bedroom? He thought in shock, could this chief Scorpion be this penniless, that the main business of murder and arson was insufficent to maintain a living, and he had to resort to dealing in the business of pleasure too as a side job?

He wrote on Zhou Zishu’s palm again. The head scorpion’s wife?

Zhou Zishu shook his head, and Wen Kexing was even more baffled. After listening closely for a while, he discovered that there were actually three people in the room--it was just that the battle conditions between this man and woman were truly intense, and almost concealed the noises of the other person. Though that additional person’s breathing was extremely light, he could tell that it was slightly rushed. Wen Kexing’s shock was growing; he felt that this head Scorpion’s hobby was...truly odd.

So he wrote, He can’t get it up?

Zhou Zishu paused for a lengthier period of time. After a very long moment, he finally nodded his head gravely.

His side profile reflected the light from the moon that had just risen. His expression was businesslike, as though Lord Zhou was handling the major affairs of the country, and not eavesdropping on private ones. Wen Kexing looked at him and felt that of all the people who assumed a false outward appearance of propriety in this world, if this person claimed second place, no one could claim the first.

Finally, after a long while, the noises inside the room mellowed out gradually. Thinking that they were nearly done, Zhou Zishu patiently waited for them to leave. Yet, a moment later, the bed boards started to creak once more, sounding even livelier this time round--Zhou Zishu’s brow furrowed. Were these two ever going to stop? How thick-skinned and shameless they had to be, to be able to give their all so enthusiastically while someone else was appreciating the show they were putting up!

Wen Kexing was nearly tickled by his conflicted expression. Listening to the noises from within the room and the intermittent song coming from the front yard, he looked at the person in front of him, his eyes roaming over Zhou Zishu’s waist and legs in particular--those two inside the room were highly spirited, and since there was nothing to do at hand, Wen Kexing wholeheartedly fixed his eyes on a place that was impolite to stare at, and his thoughts turned towards the salacious.

He entertained his salacious thoughts for a while, then lifted a hand and placed it on the side of Zhou Zishu’s waist. Zhou Zishu’s brow furrowed even more tightly, and he turned his head to the side to sweep a glance over him. Smiling cheekily, Wen Kexing placed his index finger by his own mouth, his demeanour very innocent-looking.