He curled his lips and said, "Is it fun? I want to go in and broaden my horizons."
Qingcang felt guilty when she glared at her, but still whispered, "Rong'er, don't make trouble."
Strange, those are all things in the past, what happened before he met her, what does he feel guilty about?
But looking at her eyes, which were shining brightly and clearly black and white, she felt indescribably weak.
Aorong's voice was unhappy and she did not allow him to refuse, "If you don't want to go in, just go back. I will go in alone."
Qingcang's face twisted, "You...you want to make me angry to death."
She is a woman, how can she enter such a romantic place?
Even if she wears men's clothes, she is still a woman
This girl has always been a maverick. I'm used to doing what I do. He can't do anything to her.
Aorong didn't pay attention to what he was thinking. He waved his hand and walked a few steps quickly. He was already in front of the madam.
The old bustard's eyes lit up. He was such a handsome young man. Just standing like this, he outshone everyone else. Only one dazzling person remained in his eyes.
Aorong herself has a heroic spirit. She is not feminine at all when she is dressed as a man. She is as handsome as jade in a snow-white dress, and she has a faint air of nobility.
For such a person, those girls would be willing to support him even if he was a traitor. Thinking of this, he smiled more and more eagerly, "Sir, please come in, are there any girls you are familiar with?"
Aorong rolled his eyes, "The man in sapphire clothes just now is my brother. Which room is he in?"
"Young Master Fang," the old bustard looked her over. He saw that her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her eyebrows were similar to Mr. Fang's, so he believed her, "Of course he is looking for Miss Qingqing."
She raised her eyebrows, "Miss Qingqing?"
The old madam looked proud, "She is the most unattainable flower in our Baihua Tower. She is an oiran, a performer but not a prostitute. My brother will always invite her to play the piano and paint every time he comes over."
However, Qingqing is much worse than the young master in front of her. Fortunately, he is not a girl. Otherwise, would they still have a way to survive?
Ao Rong was deeply interested in her metaphor. An unattainable flower? Can a brothel woman use such an adjective? No matter how pure she is, she is still a prostitute in the eyes of the world.
She smiled politely and said, "Please lead the way."