Feng Hongyin was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately turned his head back.

Really... Really insulting gentleman!

It's offensive! !

He paced uncomfortably and went to the window to hide her silhouette.

After a while, the door opened.

Putting on the big red and green again, she stood a little timidly at the door and saluted him: "Lord."

Feng Hongyin emptied his right hand and coughed softly on his lips, exaggerating: "Well, that's good."

After that, I followed her into the house Zheng

The room was no different from when he came before, and it still looked extraordinarily simple.

Feng Hongyin sat down at the table, and she consciously poured wine for him.

Those slender jade hands were holding the cyan hip flask, and Feng Hongyin's mind appeared as if the hands in the silhouette took off his clothes.

He turned his head abruptly.

Finish the task quickly and go home quickly.

Feng Hongyin took a deep breath, and after she poured the wine, he grabbed her hand.

She was about to touch Tuqin for him. At this moment, she was caught by her hand, and she staggered into his arms.

There was a faint fresh scent, and she looked very thin. When she was holding her in her arms at this time, she could feel the thin flesh covered on the well-proportioned bones of her body.

It can be seen from the silhouette that she looks thin but actually welcomes wherever she should...

Feng Hongyin regained his senses abruptly and pushed out the woman who had fallen in his arms.

She was pushed violently, her feet were still not well, and she immediately fell to the ground.

Feng Hongyin was startled, and then he felt that he had done too much.

But before he reached out to help her, she endured the pain and knelt in front of his eyes, with her eyebrows drooped: "Master, please forgive me."

Feng Hongyin gave her hand a stop.

It was obviously his fault, but she apologized first.

That's natural, she is just a prostitute, and the people who come and go don't want her as a prince, even the usual benefactors are not something she can afford.

Just like she was bullied by Mrs. Guan Ziang, she didn't dare to fight back.

Feng Hongyin's heart was stagnant, and he felt suffocated for a moment.

He squatted down and lifted her from the ground with his lips, and then looked at her with a pair of eyes.

She has read so many sage books, why doesn't she have any backbone at all?

"Are your bones soft? Why do you kneel at every turn." Feng Hongyin was a little dissatisfied.

Hearing this, the person in front of him did not refute, but lowered his head slightly.

Looking at the man with low eyebrows and pleasing eyebrows in front of him, Feng Hongyin felt a little impatient.

I thought she loved reading, so she should have read a bit.

But not only was she willing to fall, she came to this brothel to show off her laughter, she also knelt at every turn, and she couldn't see the least of her bones.

Such a woman, no matter how beautiful she looks, is nothing but a boring vase.

Feng Hongyin grabbed her hand and smiled in accordance with the system's requirements. Then he asked, "I don't know what Miss Lu is wearing? It's really pretty."

That was the case, but his plain appearance seemed to have no expectation at all, and after this sentence, he let go of her hand.

Just when Feng Hongyin received the system prompt that the task was completed, she was smiling on her face and picked up the clothes on her body: "This clothes are from Yueshang Pavilion, when I..."

At that time, her father once bought her clothes from Yueshangge. They were very beautiful and she liked them very much.

When her father was there, it was the happiest time in her life.

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