She also didn't fear that the young girl would report her status to the man when they roll in the sheets together.
Thinking so, the beautician's smile deepened on her face.
"Your skin is really good, little sister. At your age, my skin wasn't as good as yours!"
Although Yuanya didn't respond, the woman didn't feel embarrassed at all, talking by herself quite naturally.
Once everything was in order, she was ready for the execution ground.
This time she didn't wait for Bei Yunhuan; instead, Bei Yunhuan was the one waiting for her.
The room was the same as yesterday, same decor.
Only he was sitting there flipping through some documents, holding a pen in his hand, occasionally signing a few words.
Hearing her entering, Bei Yunhuan raised his eyes and looked at her, then put the documents aside.
He waved at her and said, "Come here."
Yuanya was very unwilling, an indescribable resistance surged in her heart.
But she had to go towards him, and stopped in front of him.
