In the bustling Flower Street, the boy curiously looked at the gold-painted signboard, "Drunken Flower House"
It has a pleasant, husky voice unique to a young man.
"Are you sure you want to go in?" The young man asked.
"Of course." The young man tilted his head stubbornly, "Isn't it just a brothel?"
"Haha." The young man raised the boy's chin with a folding fan, "A Ying is so good-looking, who are you going to whore who?"
She dreamed of him again. The characters in the dream were so familiar yet so strange. Luo Ying stroked his forehead, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.
He doesn't know that a new, surprising, demonic, and monstrous future is waiting for him.