Vermilion Bird pushed open the door with the swiftness of a surprise thunderclap that leaves no time to cover one's ears.
Zhan Lan withdrew the ointment from her hand, opened the door, walked in holding Little White, and was immediately enveloped by the pungent smell of alcohol. Even someone who loved to drink as much as she did frowned.
Sensibly, Little White ran to Vermilion Bird's side; it really didn't like the smell of alcohol in its master's room.
Seeing Zhan Lan enter the room, Vermilion Bird was relieved. Holding Little White with cheerful spirits, he said, "Come on, let's go have some meat!"
Zhan Lan first noticed several jars of alcohol on the table, all opened.
Mu Yan's cheeks were flushed, his collar slightly open, revealing his attractive collarbone and the hint of well-defined pectorals.