There was a young lady in Prime Minister Jiang's mansion who was rumored to be as good as a duck and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. A few days ago, rumors spread that she had suffered a fire, her appearance was ruined and her legs were lame. She became the focus of people's discussion for a while.
Just as Miss Jiang was about to go out of her boudoir to enjoy some fresh air, she was picked up from the waist. She did not resist and allowed the person to push her down on the floor. She asked, "What are you doing?"
The man looked at her carefully up and down, and couldn't help but get a little angry: "Are you okay?"
The two of them were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. They only heard the woman smile lightly: "Of course it's okay. I deliberately let the group think that they achieved their goal."
"You don't want to talk to me first?" "I think it's more fun this way."
"Shengsheng, you just need to take care of yourself sometimes." "Huh? ... No, no, no, I was wrong..."
"It's late."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
