On the bed, Mu Yan's hands were bound, his collar wide open, and he lay half-reclining with a face that looked ripe for the picking.
Zhan Lan had one hand pressing down on his hands and held a writing brush in the other, seemingly about to do something, while her cheeks flushed abnormally red, her whole body straddling Mu Yan.
Huang Gun's face was full of excitement as he chuckled, "Sorry, I've walked into the wrong tent by mistake! Didn't mean to interrupt your fun... Carry on!"
Before Zhan Lan could speak, Huang Gun ran out.
She lowered her head to see Mu Yan barely holding back a laugh, looking at her with a suggestive gaze, "Well, now even jumping into the Yellow River won't wash this away."
Zhan Lan: "..."
After leaving Zhan Lan's tent, Huang Gun found a secluded spot and let out a shriek like a rooster.
So Lord Mu had quietly come to visit Zhan Lan, and what the two of them were doing just now, was there any need to ask?