It's depressing enough to live in this imaginary era, without any sense of historical superiority. What's even more depressing is that I'm as beautiful as a flower but not that jade lady. I can't be the wife of Yazhai, but I'm still assigned the position of maid. How can I call this a sugar daddy? Farming the land, herding sheep, washing and cooking, plus heating the bed. I wonder, is there such a cheap laborer as me in the world? It's hateful that I sold myself to him like this, and what's even more hateful is that what I signed was to sell... To die... To die... Who knows when I will come back? Before that, I always have to make sure that I have enough food and clothing. Mencius said that when God wants to reuse a person, he must suffer to death from starvation and labor to death, so I can... Endure this little pain... I guess...
By the way, there are thirty-six stratagems in this era. Why do you think the shemale has resorted to alienation tactics in order to seize the throne, and also wants to resort to beauty traps? What? Am I honored to be selected? God, did the night give me black eyes, and I didn't use them to find light, but to find excitement? Now that I have been chosen, let's see how I defeat them one by one, beautiful lady demon, wait, when I deal with them, you must make me the princess as agreed!
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