The resort night was hushed, broken only by the soft chirping of insects and the occasional croak of a frog echoing from the distance.

Through the night-vision setting of the binoculars, the image was cast in a layer of green. Guan Yingying first adjusted, then noticed the two figures in the frame.

It was the pavilion situated in the center of the resort's fishpond. During the day, people occupied it for card games, chatting, eating, or drinking. Once darkness fell, it stood empty, isolated in the water, scores of meters away from the nearest building.

The two people appearing there had clearly figured out this pattern—knowing no one would venture there at night—and had quietly gone to the pavilion to seek pleasure.

At that moment, the couple was completely naked, their clothes piled on the table in the center of the pavilion. The woman held the railing, legs spread, her upper body bent forward in an arch. The man stood behind her, chest thrust out, head held high…

Witnessing this scene, Guan Yingying’s heartbeat instantly leaped from idle to full throttle, as if fire were searing through her chest.

Her thoughts shattered by the sight, she even forgot Wang Zhuo beside her, instinctively reaching out to adjust the binoculars’ focus, desperate to see more clearly.

Wang Zhuo, standing next to her, was immediately delighted. Before handing the binoculars to Guan Yingying, he had deliberately fiddled with the focus, setting the view to encompass the entire pavilion and even a section of the water surface. This made the scene clear enough to see, but made discerning the individuals difficult.

Sure enough, Guan Yingying had unwittingly fallen for his trick. By adjusting the focus, she had signaled to Wang Zhuo that she wanted a closer look.

From the parking lot perspective, their viewing position offered a perfect side angle. Furthermore, since the fishpond was slightly lower in elevation, and Wang Zhuo and his group were on the second floor of the RV, they commanded a superior, high-angled position—an ideal vantage point offering an unobstructed panorama.

Guan Yingying wasn't unfamiliar with Japanese adult films; in fact, she preferred Western productions because they were more direct and imbued with greater raw power. Japanese works, conversely, often involved fiddling with cheap plastic toys, were frequently censored, and featured actors who were mostly unattractive, elderly, sleazy uncles, which she found utterly off-putting.

However, she had never witnessed a live broadcast of this magnitude, especially one involving voyeurism, which only heightened the intrigue and excitement. Immediately, she became completely absorbed in watching.

“You take your time and watch. I’m going to take a shower,” he said.

With a soft smack, Wang Zhuo gave her upturned rear a light but definite pat, then sauntered toward the bathroom with a grin.

Startled, Guan Yingying spun around, ready to curse him, but Wang Zhuo had already stepped out of the room, only half his silhouette visible.

“Little hooligan…” she muttered resentfully. Hearing him close the bathroom door, she hastily turned back, resuming her clandestine viewing operation.

Though it was a luxury RV, its water capacity was finite. Thus, the showerhead provided a moderate flow—not stingy, but certainly not lavish either.

The weather was hot, and Wang Zhuo had sweated profusely during the day. A rinse with warm water instantly refreshed him, washing away the summer heat. While showering, he angled his view past the bathroom and the adjacent storage compartment, keeping an eye on Guan Yingying’s movements.

He saw her still leaning on the binoculars, staring intently. Wang Zhuo turned his head back toward the pavilion. The couple had actually moved onto the pavilion table, spreading out their clothes. The man lay flat beneath, and the woman, a blissful expression on her face…

Wang Zhuo burst out laughing, realizing why Guan Yingying was watching so closely—it seemed the pair were performing, switching up their routine.

Ten minutes later, Wang Zhuo finished his shower. During those ten minutes, the two masters had changed positions three times. Guan Yingying had only shifted once, due to her lower back aching from leaning too long.

Wang Zhuo couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration; these two were truly something.

Guan Yingying had long since been multitasking, watching the voyeuristic scene while cocking an ear to listen for Wang Zhuo’s movements. So, when Wang Zhuo returned to the lounge area, she had already let go of the binoculars and was sitting on the sofa, gazing out at the stars.

“Well? Was it exciting?” Wang Zhuo asked, drying his hair with a large towel.

Guan Yingying let out a dismissive hum. “Boring.”

“Boring, yet you watched for so long?” Wang Zhuo teased, revealing her secret with a wicked smile.

“Who watched for long?” Guan Yingying retorted. “The moment you left, I stopped looking.”

“Is that so? Then why are you blushing?” Wang Zhuo scrutinized her with smiling eyes, sweeping from head to toe several times until she became fidgety, before saying, “Your face is red all the way down the back of your neck, and you still claim you weren’t watching.”

Guan Yingying flushed with embarrassment and annoyance, spinning around to grab a cushion and hurling it forcefully at Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo caught the cushion, set it aside, and laughed, “I’m going to squeeze some juice. Want some?”

“I want coffee,” she huffed. “Freshly ground. Go make it.”

“So demanding,” Wang Zhuo grumbled as he walked out.

Listening to the sound of him descending the steps, Guan Yingying sprang up, snatched the binoculars, and returned to the show.

The intense battle inside the pavilion was nearing its climax, following a pattern she often saw in Western films. Guan Yingying was surprised by the woman’s capacity for acceptance; reflecting on it, she felt she could never bring herself to do such a thing.

Just as the man was breathing heavily with his head up, his arms moving in rapid, repetitive motions, Guan Yingying suddenly heard a suppressed chuckle behind her. Her heart sank—Wang Zhuo had snuck back in!

“Good one, you. No wonder you sent me to make coffee—you wanted to stall me long enough to sneak a look yourself.” Wang Zhuo pointed at her triumphantly, a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

“So what if I was?” Caught red-handed, Guan Yingying adopted an attitude of brazen defiance.

“Oh, you’ve got an excuse now, have you?” Wang Zhuo pouted. “You always call me a hooligan. See how you can call me that now.”

Guan Yingying shot him a look, settling back comfortably. “Whether I spied on someone or not doesn’t change the fact that you are a hooligan.”

She was turning the tables on him? Wang Zhuo was suddenly impressed by her quick wit.

Wang Zhuo blinked, then suddenly adopted a serious tone. “I’ve opened a bottle of ’82 Lafite. Care for a glass?”

Guan Yingying couldn't help but laugh out loud. The ’82 Lafite had become shorthand for melodramatic novels and TV dramas. Many writers lacking genuine knowledge or life experience simply copied each other, treating the ’82 Lafite as the ultimate symbol of wine, leading to it being hyped endlessly. Even the sleazy 'chou liuhuang' (a pun on a well-known Chinese website) had promotional links specifically to buy ’82 Lafite bottles.

In reality, 1982 was not the best vintage in France; it was only prized because the yield was low, making it scarce.

As for why someone would pay for keyword promotion on that disreputable website and buy up the bottles, presumably, they weren't collecting them for decoration. Without the contribution of such individuals, the world’s ’82 Lafite would probably have been drunk long ago.

The two moved to the small bar area in the middle section of the RV’s second floor. Wang Zhuo took out a bottle, but it didn't contain red wine; it held the peach wine brought back from Taoyuan Village. He was running low on this particular vintage, though thankfully, they would be returning to Taoyuan Village soon—a primary reason for purchasing this RV, in fact.

Sipping the mellow, sweet, and smooth peach wine, neither spoke. Their thoughts drifted back to that dreamlike period: the small village without electric lights or telephones, the open-air hot springs, the labyrinthine stone caves, the simple, honest local customs and unique cuisine, and a memory that would last a lifetime…

Recalling what happened that night, Guan Yingying’s thoughts churned. It was that misunderstanding that had altered the pure friendship between her and Wang Zhuo, twisting their relationship into something ambiguous and unclear. It had also shattered the existing balance, turning her candid, open relationship with Qi Fei into a one-sided affair.

The thought that her first time, cherished for over twenty years, had vanished so inexplicably, without even tasting its potential, infuriated Guan Yingying. She abruptly stood up, retrieved a large glass bowl used for fruit salad from the sterilization cabinet, placed it before Wang Zhuo, and grabbed the wine bottle, pouring freely into the bowl.

In moments, the bottle was empty. She pointed at the large bowl and declared, “You finish this.”

Wang Zhuo scratched his head, unsure what game she was playing now.

“Seeing you makes me angry,” she glared. “Drink!”

Wang Zhuo looked at the slightly churning wine, then grinned silently. He picked up the large bowl, tilted his head back, and gulped it all down in one go.

“What are you smiling at?” Guan Yingying frowned and asked.

Wang Zhuo remained silent, then went back and retrieved the last two bottles of peach wine. He pulled the corks, pouring them both into the bowl simultaneously.

It quickly filled up again. He smoothly pushed it in front of Guan Yingying and said with a smile, “Your turn.”

Guan Yingying hesitated slightly, then cupped the bowl and began drinking deeply. But she stopped halfway, because the bowl was simply too large.

Wang Zhuo snatched it back, finished the remaining half, then grabbed two more bottles, pouring them into the bowl together.

They continued like this, taking half the bowl each in great gulps. The three bottles were soon emptied. On the table lay only the empty bottles, glasses, and the large glass bowl.

“Satisfied?” Wang Zhuo asked.

“Satisfied,” Guan Yingying replied, patting her slightly dizzy forehead.

“If you’re satisfied, then it’s time for bed,” Wang Zhuo said, steadying himself by holding the table as he stood up.

“Good night,” Guan Yingying stood too, feeling a wave of lightheadedness, and steadied herself against the wall as she walked toward the bedroom.

The upper level of the RV contained one double bedroom and one single bedroom. The double room spanned over ten square meters. On the way back to the RV, Guan Yingying had already secured the right to use this room for the night.

She had taken only a few steps when Wang Zhuo pressed close behind her. His left arm cradled her under her armpit, and bending down, he scooped his right arm under her knees, lifting her into a cradle hold.

“What are you doing?” she cried out softly.

“Guess,” Wang Zhuo planted a peck on her flushed cheek and strode forward.

“Tell me quickly!” she kicked her legs lightly, yet her body felt involuntarily surrendered to the strength of his embrace.

“Keep guessing,” Wang Zhuo, slightly unsteady on his feet, walked sideways to avoid bumping her head in the narrow corridor, advancing with a steady, crab-like sideways gait.