"This servant must thank young master. If this servant's name goes down in history in the future, it will definitely be young master's credit." Fu Xiang's eyes were filled with love, making her even more charming.
Xu Qi 'an knew what she was referring to. Since ancient times, there had been many famous courtesans who had been famous for their poems.
Any prostitute would be overjoyed by this opportunity.
There were two kinds of people in the world who liked to fight for fame, scholars and prostitutes.
'What I want is your deep gratitude ...' Xu Qi 'an smiled, showing an appropriate frivolity. "How are you going to thank me?"
It was as warm as spring in the room. He had drunk a lot of wine, and after sitting for a while, he already felt unbearably hot. He took off his outer robe and placed it on the round stool.
Fu Xiang bit her luscious lips and shyly said, " young master, the night is long. Why don't you listen to me play a song to liven up your mood? "
