This thing was obviously kept close to her body, so how did it get into her hands?
When Da Yi touched it, he found that he didn’t have that circle on his body! The funny thing is that he still doesn’t know what it is for!
It's just something my mother gave me, and I didn't want to throw it away casually, so I put it on my body.
"Girl, you must have misunderstood, this, this is..." The shame in Datong's heart has reached its peak. Listening to what the woman just said, this thing must be related to the boudoir, and when her mother gave it to him, she also said
It was used when I gave birth to my son with Haitang...
"Giggle..." Huang Ying's laughter like wind chimes echoed in Datong's ears. Datong did not dare to raise his head and lowered his eyes, but he could not find a crack in the ground that he could get into!
"Who said that scholars are all stupid people? Young Master, you are quite interesting..." Huang Ying stood up and walked to Datong's side. The handkerchief in her hand passed over Datong's shoulder, and the fragrance slowly floated over.
Datong subconsciously retreated, not wanting to get too close to the other party.
"Why, when you put on clothes, the scholar becomes more reserved, but when he takes off his clothes, he is like a tiger descending from the mountain. He doesn't look like a scholar at all." Huang Ying continued.
Datong thought about it over and over in his mind, thinking about it, almost losing his hair one by one, but he still didn't have the slightest memory of being drunk, especially in this boudoir.
How much of what the girl said is true and how much of it is false?
"What do you want?" Datong asked.
He knew what the other party said, and if he persisted in holding on to this matter, he must have some agenda.
"I want money, do you have it?" Huang Ying asked.
"I don't have..." Datong is not a person who regards money as dirt. He doesn't care about living in the open air or traveling long distances, so he has never felt that money is very important. At this moment, he suddenly feels that money is a very important thing, but it is a pity that he has it in his hands.
Not a single copper penny.
I'm afraid the beauty in front of me will continue to be entangled, so when can I go home?
Is this just one mistake that will lead to eternal hatred...
Begonia, Begonia, my husband is sorry for you...
"It's life, are you willing to give it?" Huang Ying asked again.
What? Even if it is a night of sex, the cost is a life, this is too expensive, this is a night of sex with the king of hell!
"It's my life. I have it. I can't give it to you. My life can only be given to my wife." Datong said.
"Hey, it turns out that he has a wife, no wonder he is so good at having fun with fish and water..." Huang Ying smiled.
"My wife..." Datong wanted to say how nice his wife was, but was interrupted by Huang Ying.
"It seems that I can't take your life, so if I ask for something else, will you give it to me? If you promise to give it to me, I will tell you clearly what happened between us and what you did tonight
How about saying it clearly and letting you go home early to reunite with your wife?" Huang Ying asked.
"You tell me, I will give you everything except money and life." Datong thought for a while and said.
"I want you to be responsible." Huang Ying said simply.
For Datong, these are like a bolt from the blue!
"Ah, you!" Datong raised his head in shock and looked at Huang Ying. How could she say such a thing? Why didn't she expect that she had fallen into someone else's trap?
"You're very clear, do I need to say it again?" Huang Ying smiled, she had the advantage from the beginning of this contest.
"I can't take responsibility, and I can't..." Datong shook his head helplessly, his conscience deeply tortured by his hatred for himself.