4.31 Punishing

It had been too long— Lu Yizhou could no longer remember the last time a stranger willingly got close to him. His reputation and history had been a large part of the reason and usually, those people ought to survive under his gun first before they could get close within five meters of his personal space.

Yet currently, he had two female courtesans wearing thin, gauzy dresses that looked even more indecent than being naked, sitting on both his sides. One of them was pouring wine while the other draped across the table like she had lost her spine, batting her lashes coquettishly at him as she studied him up and down. "Gong-zi, you're a cultivator, aren't you?" She slurred seductively. The scent of wine and perfume wafted to him and his nose crinkled ever so slightly.