C1589 Peony Flower

After walking away for a while, Zhang Tun stood at the door and tidied up his appearance. He smeared some on his palm and brushed his hair before pushing the door open.

The room was rather simple and crude. There was only a single bed, but there wasn't even a place to sit.

On the bed, there was a woman with her hands and feet tied up and a rag stuffed in her mouth