This was a situation Zhihao couldn't refuse, welcoming a woman into his room dressed in such a sensuous outfit. But, after all, Zenmei was an honorable woman in the Golden Grove district, and he could not reject her as she seemed to need him for a significant issue.
"O-Of course, Mrs. Zenmei," he allowed the woman who was almost as tall as him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry we couldn't provide you with the best room," she said, running her fingers along the reddish-colored sheet, feeling its softness.
Zhihao lowered his head after closing the door. "It's more than enough," he replied.
"It used to be a servant room," she circulated her eyes, leaning backward, and supported by both hands as she curved her back. "But they are too old now, no longer strong enough to carry out some duties."