123 Flower Market Street is Liu Jiaotian's Western-style house, complete with a small garden.
She opened the door, walked through the garden, and arrived at the front door.
In front of the door, a threshold was made of glutinous rice, which gleamed silver-white under the moonlight.
Liu Jiaotian gently opened the door and went upstairs.
At the entrance to the second floor, there was also a glutinous rice threshold, along with the sound of clanking iron chains.
Liu Jiaotian opened the door and switched on the light.
Inside the room, Tong Douzi lay on the sofa, while Li Shuangyi was lying on a sturdy iron bed. Chains were extended from the bed to manacle his wrists and ankles.
He seemed a bit impatient, moving his limbs vigorously.
"Brother Li, with Tong Douzi accompanying you, can't you stay calm?" Liu Jiaotian chided, waking up Tong Douzi, who was asleep on the sofa.
