Now, this mysterious woman actually told her that what she wanted could be achieved as long as she had enough trading chips.
How can she not be moved
Like a person who has fallen into a hell, the only life-saving straw caught before landing.
Whether it is true or not, she is willing to give it a try.
The woman chuckled her lips and smirked, "I'm just a businessperson. What do I want your life to do, I'll ask you, whether I take anything from you, you have no regrets or regrets?"
She gritted her teeth, her eyes were tough, "Yes! Please girl, help me!"
"I can't talk about saving you," the woman threw away the last handful of rice bran, clapped her hands casually, and walked in a swaying gesture, muttering in her ear, "In that case, give me your love—"
"Love?!" She widened her eyes, and for a moment, she felt that she was being teased.
The woman closed her eyes lightly, "Yes, love, the flowers watered with love, but it is a good material for rouge."
Qinghe was suddenly discouraged and said: "How to obtain this intangible thing? If you can take it away, it's up to you. I have been tortured by this **** for many years, don't worry!"
The woman chuckled again. From the first time she saw her, there always seemed to be a slight smile between her eyebrows, as if she didn't know the sorrow.
Thoughts are gradually pulled back by reality—
More than three months have passed since the conversation in the lotus pond. She had heard that Princess Jing’an, who was far away in the capital, was pregnant. She also heard that the newly appointed son-in-law was not lucky enough. Let go.
When she heard this, she stood alive in the middle of the crowd.
The storyteller knocked on Xingmu and spoke in the hall with saliva, and the people who ate tea down were utterly intoxicated, as if they had really witnessed her past with their own eyes.
Oh, it's ridiculous!
She couldn't wait, and couldn't wait to make Shen Hongxuan pay the price.
That day the woman only let her close her eyes, and then she was gently brushed over her head. She didn't even have time to think about it, so she felt that her heart was empty. Something she desperately wanted to catch was lost from her body.
She didn't know how the woman did it. Afterwards, there was no change in her body. She always asked the woman urgently when she realized her wish. She always said, "Wait, wait...
This is the beginning of June.
"I can't wait, right? Nothing, I wanted to stay with you for two more days, but it seems that your knot can't be untied." The woman stood up on the table and pulled the embroidered shoes, revealing a small piece of mellow white tenderness. The back heel slowly turned into the inner room.
Suddenly, Qinghe's heart was gripped tightly. She stared at the curling sandalwood on the table, pinched the palm of her hand, and waited.
A small hand dragged the slap-sized rouge box to her eyes. She lifted her eyelids and moved her fingers hesitantly. On the porcelain-white box, there was a picture of a woman who was looking forward to it. The beauty was dazzling. .
She looked at the woman who tilted her head and stared at her faintly. No matter how beautiful the figure was, she always couldn't keep up with her.
The woman's hand sent it forward again, "Take it, I will stay with you for another night today, and tomorrow morning, I must leave. This is my rule."
She blinked, suddenly wanted to cry, and was stopped by her abruptly.
She knows that women don't like someone to look sad and weak in front of her. She likes to laugh. The brighter the smile, the better.