He looked into the leopard's blood-red eyes, realizing it was mad.,Yes, he's in the private room on the second floor, with a faint sweet pear-scented candle burning in the corner; on the silver tray beside him, grapes and honeydew melon are still dripping with water.,The protagonist was quite skilled, and the audience below cheered with delight. He Lingchuan watched for a while, his gaze shifting to the wisps of light smoke rising from the incense burner, and he couldn't help but become lost in thought again.。