Other scholars would have thought that they had met a confidante or been rescued by a female ghost, but Datong did not believe in ghosts and gods at all, and he knew that he had a family and children, so he had to behave appropriately.
As for how he got to this boudoir, Datong was so dizzy that he couldn't remember why for a while. He only remembered that he was drinking in a restaurant, then fell asleep, and then took the sedan home...
Could it be that the bearer sent him to the wrong place!!
Datong was thinking as he walked toward the door. Before he could reach the door, he heard "creak..." The door opened, and a woman walked in lightly with a tea tray and a red-lipped smile.
"Are you awake? Drink some tea to moisten your throat." The woman did not feel unfamiliar with Datong. It was none other than Huang Ying. This was not another place, but the second largest brothel in the county, and the bedroom used by Huang Ying to receive guests.
Datong looked at the woman blankly, and then looked around him. There was no one else around him. It turned out that the woman was talking to him.
Datong was suddenly at a loss...
"You are, I am, and now, it is..." Datong's mind is full of too many questions, and these doubts are all written on his face. Has anything happened between him and her? This is what Datong wants to know the most, but it is also
The hardest thing to ask.
Because he doesn't remember anything...
Ordinary scholars are afraid that nothing will happen and they will regret it later when they encounter this kind of luck, but Datong is afraid that something will happen and he will be sorry for his wife and children at home.
Although the clothes are still on, after all, he is lying on someone else's soft couch...
His heart had never been beating so uneasily, and he was more nervous than waiting for the results to be released.
"Look, you talk so much as soon as you wake up. Are all scholars like this? Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea." The woman poured a bowl of tea and handed it to Datong, looking at the scholar carefully.
It looked much better than the painting. From the first moment he came in, I recognized him immediately.
The lines on his face are both sunny and handsome. Those eyes seem to be able to speak.
Who wouldn't like a man like this? If he were in a brothel, after all, he would be the one every girl would want.
But looking at his clothes and accessories, Huang Ying could already tell that he was not a young master from a wealthy family, but just an ordinary scholar...
Judging from his reaction just now, he was a little dazed and dazed. You can tell that he has never been to a brothel, and he still doesn't know where he is. There are not many scholars who can guard their bodies.
Or maybe you don’t have the opportunity to come to a place like this where gold and silver are sold.
"Thank you, girl." Datong didn't want to drink tea, but suddenly he felt his throat was itchy and tight with thirst, so he took the tea and drank it down. It gurgled and flowed into his stomach, and he felt much better.
"I wonder how many bowls of tea the young lady can bear in the young master's heart?" Huang Ying said with a smile.
She was not in a hurry. Once a man entered this boudoir, no one would refuse to obey and no one would be willing to run out...
Tried and tested.
"I'm sorry, girl, can you tell me where this place is?" Datong had no intention of joking, let alone being elegant. He couldn't just leave without getting things figured out.
He wanted to know everything clearly, especially with such a woman...
"Since you are already here, you will know sooner or later, so why rush now? Don't miss this beautiful scenery, otherwise God will blame you for not understanding the style." Huang Ying said and poured another cup of tea.