Her big eyes rolled, and Thirteen collapsed onto her, nearly spitting out in frustration.
"Big parrot, you're so cute. Does Uncle Iron Hand know?"
"...Indeed, he doesn't know. This matter, it really stirs a mix of emotions, eh? Hehe!"
Little Thirteen lay on top of her, clamping her mouth shut in vexation.
Meanwhile, Iron Hand, sitting ramrod straight not far away, pursed his lips slightly, his eyes narrowing.
The alcohol was strong, the singing was lingering, and the passion of the bonfire dance continued.
Some were dancing, some were laughing, and some were drinking; bowl after bowl, the young men and women's enthusiasm was ignited. Under their lead, the unmarried girls all came over to pull the guests sitting near the bonfire, dancing together around it. It must be said, those young fellows often following Emperor Quan were quite handsome, captivating the ladies whose eyes shyly darted their way, their blushing faces filled with simple, straightforward longing.