Without realizing it, a night had passed.
In the early morning, Lin Xin rose and walked to the window, and he also noticed a small compartment on the wall beside it.
He casually opened it to find a row of thirty-six strings, each tied to a wooden tag.
Each string had a tag carved with a number.
They were numbered from one to thirty-six.
"What's this?"
He frowned, reflecting on something.
His gaze shifted to the garden below the window.
This was the fifth floor of the tower. In the gardens below, seven or eight beautiful young girls were tending to the flowers, each with distinctive postures.
A number was stitched onto the light gauze clothing on their shoulders.
"Truly... licentious."
Lin Xin shook his head in disbelief.
At night, pulling on a string would indicate his choice, and the chosen girl would enter his room through a secret passage for his pleasure.
Such a design was truly...
