Old Zhou found an excuse to drink and truly set up a lavish drinking party with Yang Fan.
However, around the two of them were six or seven young girls.
In taking care of Old Zhou, a regular customer, Guan Ping was indeed very considerate; the girls she selected were all lightly or heavily made-up as appropriate, each beautiful, and roughly in their twenties.
Together, this flock of charming girls was a sight to behold, pleasing to the eye.
Yang Fan was no longer a stranger to this place and didn't have any issue letting loose.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do; although he wasn't as seasoned as Old Zhou, he was acting quite naturally.
Here a touch, there a grab, amidst the delicate coquettish complaints, there was a hint of frolicking in a flower garden.
"Fanzi, come, let's have a drink," Old Zhou said, raising his glass.
Under the eager attentions of two young girls, Yang Fan lifted his cup.
