Dust of gold
Zhang Wang has comically walked in on Sikong Ren so many times that it stopped being weird or awkward to him.
And this time, he didn't even bat an eyelash when he barged into the room, cutting the lusty moan into a terrified squeal. "So this is where you were. People were claiming that you had disappeared with the wind after abandoning poor Da Lan here."
Zhang Wang veered his gaze to the side, feeling a bit bad for the girl. He crossed his arms, impatient and held his breath for good measure, not entirely willing to breath in the scent of sex that mingled with the sweet candle that had been light despite the light of day.
He could hear the rustling of fabric, one more frantic than the other. The poor girl rushed passed him, almost knocking into the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms on her way out.