She pondered for a moment, then made a tentative offer, "Three hundred?"
Li Hanzhou laughed in disbelief, "Am I only worth three hundred?"
Qiao Yun turned her head, "Too little? Then forget it, you can leave; I'll call someone else."
How many ladies from prestigious families wished to climb into his bed, and here he was, offering himself, and all she offered was three hundred yuan?
Li Hanzhou found it hard to smile, "Call someone else? Are you that short on men?"
Qiao Yun lifted her delicate eyelids, speaking concisely, "Short, need exercise, alone, will tire, don't want to, so yes, short."
"Three hundred is a lot."
Qiao Yun's hair was slightly naturally curly, her face small; a few strands of curly hair rested on her long eyelashes, her lips red and teeth white, both delicate and pretty.
Li Hanzhou inappropriately thought for a moment, so pretty and proactive, probably no man could resist.
Now that she had chosen him, her taste was not too bad.
"Three hundred, okay."
