C140 Walking Around a Brothel?

Jianghan had been silently looking at Zhu Yan ever since the Vermillion Bird had fallen into deep thought. People always liked beautiful things, and Jianghan was no exception.

His fiery red hair was spread over his shoulders like a spring. The snow-white skin on his collar was like a lotus growing out of water and a snow lotus. His delicate and pretty face was red like fire