Mo Ran looked straight at the people on the stage dancing with their graceful figures. The thin red gauze on the chest covered the woman's looming mountain peaks, making people think.
Even though she was wearing a veil, he recognized her at a glance. The tea in his hand had already cooled down. The dirty eyes of the men around him were clearly visible when they looked at the oiran on the stage. The unknown fire in his heart ignited. The women he had played with were begging. He is coveted by the young generation, Qian'an, you are very good. We haven't seen each other for several years. This charming man's methods are becoming more and more sophisticated. The tea cup in his hand cracked instantly, and the cracked mouth still contained tea. There was not a trace of ripples on the water.
Intention: abuse π_π