"Miss, don't scratch it."
"You don't want me to scratch it? Was this something a human could do? Even if the heavens were to come, they'd still have to scratch an itch!" In front of the Wen family's main gate stood a pair of beautiful girls with graceful figures.
One of them had a dignified and elegant posture, like a proud White Swan.
The other person was acting coquettishly, and then leaned back in a crooked manner.
"Young lady, scratching an itch is one thing, but in public ... You can't put your hands under your clothes." The maidservant was so anxious that she was about to cry.
The girl was driven crazy.
She didn't follow any rules and etiquette, and instead acted recklessly. Even old master Wen didn't dare to discipline her.
