Chapter 121: The woman brought back by the prince 2
who is she?
When I first entered the room, I was only looking at the person on the bed, but I forgot that there was an outsider in the room.
And she's still a woman.
This woman is dressed in an exotic style. Whether it is her dress or headgear, she has the atmosphere of another country.
Moreover, at this moment she was blatantly staring at the person on the bed without any hesitation, [
I thought she was already open enough for someone who came from the 21st century, but I didn't expect that she was even more open-minded.
It didn't matter that he had a pretty face, but his figure was so hot. He looked down at himself and vomited blood. It was incomparable.
"Who are you?" He thought, "Well, you are a beauty."
"My name is Ata Yan'er, who are you?" Ata Yan'er also thought about talking to Zhui'er, and then turned her eyes to the bed, focusing only on the person lying on the bed.
"I am Yan Zhui'er, I am..."
"Well, I understand. Your name is Yan Zhui'er, right? The prince was injured just now and needs a good rest. If nothing happens, you can go out first."
"Uh, what?" Yan Zhui'er was stunned. It seemed that she should have said this. How...
"What are you still waiting for? Get out quickly and don't disturb the prince's rest." Ata Yan'er looked arrogant and was very dissatisfied with Yan Zhuo'er who was still standing still.
"Heh, you just said you wanted me to go out, right? Well, um, I'm really sorry. The room you are standing in right now is the one that belongs to me and the person lying on the bed, and the position you are standing in now,
I should have been the one standing, I think you should be the one who should go out." Yan Zhui'er looked at her with a chuckle. In fact, she didn't want to tremble like this, but she was afraid that a certain woman would not understand.
Yaya, let her out?
If she goes out, where will she sleep? And even if she is asked to go out, it's not her turn to speak.
What she hates the most is people with unknown identities telling her what to do.
"Then who are you?" Ata Yan'er glared at Yan Zhui'er in displeasure. No one had ever spoken to her like this before, and she was the woman in Xia Houyu's house.
After a few conversations with Yan Zhui'er, Ata Yan'er took a serious look at Yan Zhui'er: This woman doesn't look like an ordinary slave, but she can't tell what her identity is. Logically speaking, she doesn't