Is that just normal drunken mumbling?!
There was a coy little lilt to it, almost like a faint hint of a woman's voice mixed in…
A eunuch's voice really is much finer than a normal man's.
Usually Ali's voice is low and rough; maybe that's just him deliberately putting it on.
An Ji didn't think too much about it. He carefully laid Ali down on the bed, and was just about to undress him when…
"You all go out first." An Ji ordered.
He really didn't want Ali's body to be seen by anyone else.
It could also be considered preserving the dignity of Ali's body.
The whole room of Palace Attendants hurriedly withdrew.
An Ji started undressing Ali again.
His hand touched Ali's collar, and suddenly trembled.
A moment ago he'd still been calm, but now that there were only the two of them left in the room, he instead felt a bit… ill at ease.
An Ji took a deep breath and still moved to help him take off his clothes.
