42 The Boiling Hot Dewdrop on the Lotus Petal (2/2)

It was unexpected that the censor's great capability of socializing became sourly criticized by the ladies in the brothel in this manner. Ning Que recalled seeing Zhang Yiqi and his few satisfied-looking concubines outside the Zhang's mansion, and instantly, an image of a silver-haired censor bending over to ”work hard” in between the concubines' legs appeared in his mind. This almost caused him to spit out the fruit in his mouth as he choked and coughed.

After Dewdrop said that comment, she felt that it was indeed inappropriate and was hoping that this lad would not read between the lines. Yet she did not expect him to have such a big reaction and understood what she meant, which made her felt embarrassed. She pretended to be angry and gently punched him in the shoulder. She blushed and said, ”What do you guys do at the border town, how come a kid like you will know such things.”

After teasing and joking for a while, the maidservant came over and whispered into Dewdrop's ear. Ning Que saw the view outside the courtyard. He knew that it was getting dark and it was time for him to leave, so he stood up and politely bade goodbye.

Dewdrop pouted and thought for a while before she took out a silver from the drawer beside her pillow. She handed it over to him, smiled and said, ”This isn't a big angbow (red packet), but since you've chatted with me for so long, I can't be giving you nothing at all, so don't look down at me. I'm not sure of the reason, but I'm really happy chatting with you.”

Ning Que was not surprised as he was certain of it. Usually, those customers would only love to talk about love and passion with them, and not everyone could be like him acting like an old aunt in the village lying casually on the couch, chatting with a few vulgarities coming out of his mouth at times. However, he indeed loved chatting with this lady, Dewdrop, for she was honest and nice to chat with... Moreover, she had a pretty face and a great figure, yet not to the extent of seductive. He took over the silver and said, ”Then I'll take it as a welcome gift from Sister.”

Upon hearing what he said, Dewdrop's eyes brightened. She went forward, hugged him in her arms and snuggled his head. She was looking cheerful as she said, ”Though I'm not sure why Grandma wants to be careful of you, but do feel free to visit me when you have time.”

She was a prostitute, and Ning Que was a young scholar. Though they were able to sit side by side in the courtyard within the brothel and chat with one another, when they leave this place, they would be two separate people who belonged to the two different worlds. Hence, when Ning Que called her Sister, she was naturally happy about it, but she did not take him as her brother immediately—after all, every Chang'an lady had her own arrogance and attitude, even if she was just a prostitute.

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Back to the shop at Lin 47th Street, Sangsang casually mentioned to Ning Que that there were two people who came over in the evening to ask for the boss. Ning Que didn't mind, so Sangsang boiled a kettle of water to warm her legs and went to bed.

The lights were out and the room was dark. As usual, Ning Que hugged the pair of tiny legs as he recalled the images he had seen and news he had heard at House of Red-Sleeves tonight. Initially, he was thinking over Censor Zhang Yiqi's matters, but after a while, his mind was filled with Dewdrop's beautiful face, her cute smile, her sexy body and soft fair skin. It was especially vivid the moment when she snuggled his head in her arms. It was as though he could still feel the softness on his face and the flower scent from her body still lingered.

With the thought of the scene, he felt a warm gush in his body. Hugging Sangsang's tiny legs made him feel even warmer. It was only when he felt his knee was blocking an uprise where would definitely grow full in near future, did he feel himself extremely warm under the blanket.

One would eventually grow up someday, and it could not carry on. Ning Que took off the blanket and sat up as he stared at his maidservant, who was woken up by the sudden movement. He then smiled and said, ”Chang'an is coming hotter much earlier than the border town, seems like we'll need to sleep separately.”

Little Sangsang rubbed her eyes as she said in a daze, ”But there's no fireplace here. I'm feeling even colder.”