[Weak and sober brothel prostitute x sick and paranoid young general]
[Imprisonment/Forcible robbery/The superior bows his head]
When Su Yao'er was twelve years old, her family fell into decline and she was sold into a lowly household.
Fortunately, the benefactor was gentle to her.
Not too sad.
It was drizzling that day, and the boy sent a new greeting note.
The young general Xuanyi Xunxun pushed in the door, and the sword on his waist seemed to be still with Bian Guan Shuangxue.
He looked at the woman playing the piano in front of the case, his Adam's apple rolling, and after a while he said: "I heard that the girl is good at playing Phoenix and Phoenix."
When Su Yao'er was serving tea, she caught a glimpse of the ferocious scar on his tiger's mouth, and couldn't help but feel a little timid. But she never thought that the hands holding the sword only helped her tie a purple magnolia hairpin on her temples that night.
The man restrained himself and treated her like a flower guest.
——He is more like a lover.
From then on, on the seventh day of every month, she would see the corner of her black clothes passing by the door.
Sometimes he brought some luozidai as tribute from the Western Regions, and sometimes ferret fur from the new tribute in the north of Saibei.
Until that day, the mother in charge smiled so much that the corners of her eyes turned into flowers.
"That little general Gu has taken care of you. The girl will only serve him from now on."
The sound of the piano in Su Yao'er's hand stopped abruptly, like cracked silk.
How could this be?
She was panicking.
Although he is from a humble background, he already has a sense of belonging in his heart. That man was her first benefactor, the young master was gentle and handsome.
She had long made a wish in her heart that she would not marry anyone who was not her husband in this life.
*
However, paper cannot contain the fire after all.
That night, when General Gu came, his knuckles were bruised and white, the bronze beast incense burner was kicked to the ground, and the ashes of agarwood were scattered all over the ground.
The next day, Su Yao'er knelt in front of her mother in charge, pressed her forehead against the brick and begged: "Please give me a way out."
"Three months." The madam promised her.
"If you can coax the young general to stay here every day, I will return your bond of sale."
So she learned to care about Cheng Huan.
With her delicate body pressed against the incense tent, she said to the young man: "If General gives me freedom, I can do whatever I want."
The man sneered: "Okay, can you do anything?"
Since then, the red candles have been burning brightly every night, and the brocade has been turned upside down.
Her eyes were tightly bound by silk ribbons, and the strange men's palms and heavy breathing crushed her inch by inch.
She bit her lip and endured it, but all she heard was the man's cold sarcasm, each word hurting her heart.
"You still want to be a good person after being abused by others? Does your sweetheart know that you are having sex like this on someone else's bed every night?"
She dug her nails into her palms and cried silently.
Yes... Who else is she worthy of?
*
When the deadline came, she couldn't wait to push the door open and walk out.
Under the vermilion lantern, a familiar figure stood.
The boy tore the tissue paper carelessly, and the crumbs fell in a shower.
"A contract of sale?" There was an undercurrent in his eyes, and his long knuckles caressed her skirt meaningfully.
"If you want it, beg me..."
Reading tips:
1. A weak and sober brothel prostitute x a sick and paranoid young general.
2. HE, female is not male C, short story. The male protagonist is crazy about his attributes, and the second male lead is gentle and gentle, but he is cowardly and cannot beat the male protagonist. The female protagonist is attracted to the second male protagonist in the early stage, but is raped and robbed by the male protagonist in the later stage.
3. The dynasty is an illusion, please do not test it.
Intention: Self-improvement and self-reliance, never give up.
