Translator: Aran

  Countless gazes gathered on Ye Qingyu's figure.

  The female proprietor that had a figure like a bucket exchanged a glance with her worker, completely not daring to believe in their guess.

  The entire liquor house was in a state where they could not form a single thought.

  This was apart from the mess of drunken men that had caused a complete mess by their vomiting.[1] [2] They were currently sweetly sleeping and snoring.

  Ye Qingyu opened his..