Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 454 - 32 This girl is a little too honest

Watching a beautiful girl dance up close and watching a video through a screen are two completely different experiences.

After all, there isn’t such a strict review system in real life.

In the past, not all women in brothels necessarily knew how to dance, because most clients didn’t have such highbrow spiritual needs. Musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing, and various other talents—those were special services that could only be enjoyed by the wealthy.

There’s a term specifically for this called "the fragrance of food and lust," which is not an adjective, but an objective description.

To be precise, it is "wine, beauty, music, and fragrance."

There had to be beautiful women, wine, musical instruments, and incense—these four elements combined were the ultimate VIP treatment in a brothel.

Nowadays, with only beautiful girls dancing and nothing else, it’s like eating meat without garlic, inevitably leaving something to be desired.

However, luckily for Wang Yunxiao, he had never considered indulging in such refined pleasures. Having the meat alone sufficed for him.

Having a beautiful girl dance and sing close to you is a sensation that a die-hard nerd who has never even touched the hand of a female classmate will never understand in their lifetime.

It’s a kind of tactile sensation.

A man and a woman together in a closed room, where they can feel each other’s breath, where one can clearly see her body stretched to the most beautiful angle, making your heart pound to the rhythm of her footsteps, fast and slow.

You could smell the perspiration on the back of her neck, the moistness at the corner of her lips, her trembling, soft and tender body continually drawing near, every part of her seemingly inviting you, inducing the illusion that you could touch her with just an outstretched hand.

She was like braised pork sizzling on white rice—just the aroma told you it would melt in your mouth.

What man could withstand such temptation?

But it wouldn’t be fair to say there were no flaws...

The flaw, as Old Master He put it, was that the girl was still inexperienced, somewhat unable to let go fully, her movements slightly clunky and immature.

It was like when stir-frying a dish and leaving out just that tiny bit of MSG.

Of course, it can’t be ruled out that there are those who prefer this lighter taste, but to tell the truth, Wang Yunxiao thought that the shows Old Master He saw in the past must have been a different flavor entirely.

After finishing the dance, He Lan noticed that the candle on the table had gone out. Seeing that Old Master He and Wang Yunxiao still had clear eyes without a trace of indulgence, she felt so ashamed that she didn’t dare to raise her head, even her neck turned red. Her toes curled inside her cotton socks and dug into the mat as she kept her head down without a word.

Just as Wang Yunxiao was about to applaud, an eerie voice came from outside the door, "Little Lanzi, you haven’t even learned a hair of what your mother knew. You are not even willing to undo your buttons, how disdainful you are of our Swallow Sect’s Hero He, huh?"

Old Master He snorted coldly, "Leprous head, you’ve already come; are you only brave enough to make sarcastic remarks from outside?"

"Yes!"

The voice outside showed not a tinge of shame and even acknowledged it, "Little Lanzi, you really are bold. Looking at his sorry old appearance, did you think he had lost his vigor? But Hero He was a renowned figure back in Tianmen. Back in his heyday, even the demons of the Red Lantern Society had to call him ’Uncle.’

Upon hearing this, He Lan looked at Old Master He with a face full of doubt.

Old Master He turned to Wang Yunxiao and said, "The one outside is Fourth Wu, the Iron-shelled Turtle of the eight eccentrics from the Capital back in the day. This old scamp came from a theatrical troupe and has two special talents: one is an extra-long neck above, and the other is an extra-long neck below. He specializes in hanging out with the wives and mistresses of the rich, God knows how many cuckolds he has made."

So, this turtle was a mirrored turtle?

Wang Yunxiao respectfully admired him.

The conversation had reached this point when Old Master He suddenly realized something, "Goddamnit, you were messing around with First Ms. Liu back in the day, don’t tell me this child is actually your spawn?"

"Right!"

A sinister voice from outside the door immediately followed, "You really have the eyes of a hawk. Isn’t this my daughter? Little Lanzi, you can’t half-ass this, hurry up and take your clothes off, let Grandpa He see your flowered bellyband!"

Old Master He rolled his eyes and said, "You hear that? This old bastard has always disgusted people with this trick, thick-skinned as the bottom of a pot, the more people curse him, the happier he gets, that’s why he’s got the nickname ’Turtle Prime Minister’."

He Lan bit her lip, head down, and began to unbutton her clothes.

Two crystalline teardrops fell from her cheeks, plinking onto the kang.

Such a demand was considered the vilest of humiliations for a woman of this era; even a brothel girl might not be able to stand it.

If it were a client spending money for mutual pleasure, well, that would be another matter.

But the key point was that she verbally acknowledged Baiyang as her father, which by custom required her to call Old Master He "Grandpa"...

The so-called Jianghu People were playing this kind of despicable game.

It was a contest of face and a race to see who could be more abject, despicable people leading despicable lives with rotten underclothes, making you so disgusted you couldn’t handle it, and by that, they would win.

"Alright!"

Old Master He said helplessly, "Let’s not make the child suffer for the grudges of us old things. I’ve come out this time just to meet you old things and talk. Also, hats off to Fourth Wu, you used to be someone of note, and now you don’t even dare to enter my house, really getting more useless as you age."

"Right! I just get more useless as I age, in front of you, I can only play the grandson!"

Although that’s what was said, the door outside was slowly pushed open.

A thin-necked, bald old man with scars like pockmarks stood at the door, looking one-third human and two-thirds ghost, carrying a big iron pot on his back - the very image of the Turtle Prime Minister.

The old man glanced at the girl sitting sulkily on the kang and said coldly, "Why hasn’t your mother come yet?"

He Lan replied quietly, "A VIP came to the shop; she’s busy entertaining and can’t get away..."

"Damn it, she’s really turned into a fucking paragon of chastity," spat the old man outside the door. Dismissing the matter with a wave, he said, "Go get some drinks and dishes, I’ll have a couple with Brother He. Tell your mother to hurry over and entertain the guest. Has she gone stupid with her business? She’s even forgotten her own trade, bringing you up on such nonsense – it’s not embarrassing enough as it is!"

Pouting, He Lan ran off in a puff of smoke.

The old man approached the edge of the kang, casting a cautious glance at Old Master He before suddenly breaking into a cheap grin, "You still believed it."

Old Master He shook his head, "Whether I believe it or not, there’s no need to trouble a junior. I’d intended to scare her off with a few words, and I didn’t expect the child to be so stubborn. In this respect, she didn’t take after her mother."

"How do you know her mother isn’t stubborn?"

Fourth Wu said with a heh, "Ever since your distinguished disciple left, her mother truly remained a widow until now, doing legitimate business, earning clean money to raise this girl; she hasn’t touched another man these years. You might not believe other things I say, but would you doubt me on this?"

Old Master He’s expression subtly shifted.