"That's right, being my woman can bring you closer to me." Yang Yumo stretched out his hand and pulled me into his arms, and we were close to his body.
I didn't struggle and looked straight into his eyes, "Yu Mo, I love you!"
Yang Yumo, he didn't expect me to say such a word. He was stunned, and the confusion on his face disappeared for a moment. Soon, he returned to his evil look, and put his hands on my chest, "The woman who loves me
There are many of them who are willing to please me on the bed, how about you, can you do it?"
I was immediately speechless. Can love only be represented on the bed?
"Unfortunately, I can't do it." I grabbed his hand that was still on my chest and said with a smile, "I haven't learned it yet. One day I will learn it and I will give it a try."
Putting down his hand, I was still smiling, "I don't want to get closer to you. Of course, I don't need to be your concubine. I once thought that you like me and I like you, and I can be willing to be yours."
My concubine. But now, I can’t find any reason to wrong myself.”
After that, I turned around and left.
"Really, now, it's not a question of whether you are willing or not. The day after tomorrow is the day when I will admit you. I have so many concubines, but I have never made any extravagance. If I give them a private garden, they will be my concubines.
Concubine. You, Pei Qian, are very respectable. I will marry you in with great fanfare and make you my concubine. I will also let everyone respect you as madam. Pei Qian, you should feel honored.
"The sound of rain and ink behind you follows you like a shadow.
I didn't stop and kept walking forward.
The late autumn wind has a hint of coolness. It blows lightly across the cheeks, and there is a stinging sensation. The pain continues to the depths of my heart. On the corridor, the branches rustle, and the fallen leaves fall to the ground.
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In the dark night of late autumn, in the bleak corridor of the Yu Renmeng League, ten feet away, there was a cold solitary lamp swaying in the night. Reflecting the mottled shadows of the trees, it revealed the unique desertedness and loneliness of the autumn night.
At this moment, the noisy scene of the day can no longer be found. I am walking alone, stepping on the leaves and following my own shadow. The sound of "rustling, rustling" spread far and wide...
I paused and stood under the dim light, looking at the man in front of me, blending into the night.
But I know who he is. Because he is everywhere and only wants to get my body.