"Yes." She nodded unmodestly, "I'm so slutty that I'm good at being wet."
So wet that she wanted to cry.
This pain is almost as bad as the pain when her fiancé stabbed her.
No one would understand.
Really, no one would understand!
Xiao Qinghe, who was illiterate, felt that his wife's poem was so sad that it broke his heart.
Su Qingyue waived her hand in a low mood, "Boss Jin, there's no need to see me out."
He was so polite, "You repaid me 5000 taels, so I must send you off."
Hearing about the 5000 taels, Su Qingyue felt like killing and robbing Jin Xun, that 5000 taels should have gone into her pocket. "Really, there's no need for you to see me out."
Seeing her gritted teeth, he held back a laugh, "Okay."
He waved his hand, "Ji, send Miss Su and fourth young Master Xiao out. Remember... don't forget to give them the eighty taels in cash."
"Yes."
...
After a while, the servant Ji returned, "Master, they're gone."
