Is... is there?
Feng Zhaoyang hadn't mentioned such a red-clad youth to me. I've been a courtesan for quite some time, and I still have such basic memories.
If there's more to this red-clad youth, there's no need to ask the maid about it, because if I, a courtesan, don't know, then the maid certainly wouldn't either. After thinking it over a little, I realized I would need to ask about it myself.
However, at this point, I had a thought.
"Perhaps the appearance of this red-clad youth is not a coincidence?"
A guess popped into my mind: "Maybe Feng Zhaoyang wrapped things up hastily because of this red-clad youth's appearance?"
"He wasn't usually in such a rush. Today, he was so urgent and impatient. I even thought I had a problem, like I'd been slacking off in my cultivation."
"I guess it's not my fault."
"Or maybe Feng Zhaoyang is into men?"
