I, the legitimate daughter of the prime minister, married a husband I didn't love and ran away three times.
This time I was sold into a brothel and accidentally became an oiran.
After a golden night, I was dumbfounded when I took off my hijab——
The buyer turned out to be my ice-faced husband.
He raised his eyebrows: "Madam, you are so elegant that you came here to experience the life of a husband?"
I smiled awkwardly: "What a coincidence, isn't it?"
He understood the belt slowly: "Since the madam is so curious, it is natural for the husband to 'entertain' her well."
