Zhou Mansion.
In the bedroom, Zhou Jing'an was sweating profusely.
Creak, creak, creak—
Half a quarter of an hour later.
Zhou Jing'an suddenly shivered and collapsed onto the bed.
The woman took a breath, sat up, grabbed a brocaded handkerchief, and wiped the sweat off him, thinking to herself:
"The young master seems to really like that Sky Scale Guard uniform, every time he puts it on, he doesn't even need the elixir to boost his spirits, and his vigor improves a lot... I just don't know who that 'surname Chen' he's always muttering about is..."
Zhou Jing'an's fingers gently caressed a jade rabbit, his eyes cold and dark.
What happened last time at Drunken Moon Restaurant, though it was covered up with great effort, still spread a bit due to the many witnesses.
Especially his being forced to kneel... It had become a joke among the circle of nobles!
