Yu Rufeng was immersed in the pleasant feeling of being about to sell Yu Huang for a sum of money, and would never be threatened by Yu Huang again in the future. He felt somewhat smug, and he couldn't help but hum a little tune.
The tune was light and fast, but Yu Huang had the strange feeling that she was listening to a dirge in advance.
He should just hum with all his might. The more happily he hummed now, the more miserably he would hum later.
The car bumped along the way and stopped at a watchtower near the harbor.
Under the watchtower stood a woman in a long black silk dress. The woman had a charming figure, a thin waist, and voluptuous breasts that bulged the chest of the dress.
She held a golden bag in her hand and stood beside the watchtower with her beautiful and shiny black hair.
The wind blew and the woman's long hair flapped in the wind. She was so beautiful that she mesmerized people.
