After a long while, Chu Dazhuang carefully dressed himself, gently stood up, and beneath him, the young bride lay there with a look of pain and shock on her face.
From when he first started out to now, after all these years, he had seen many different kinds of men, and for the sake of his own future, he had also sold his body.
Among those patrons, many were also young and handsome, some even had good figures.
But she had never encountered someone as powerful as Chu Dazhuang.
Just a few times, and she had been sent to heaven several times over.
Next to her, Chu Dazhuang stood there, casting a deep glance at the little wife who had not yet recovered, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, giving away an almost imperceptible smile.
"I'll go out first, take a look outside, otherwise if it's too long, they might notice," he said.
After he spoke, Chu Dazhuang turned around, walked out the door, and as he was leaving, the smile on Chu Dazhuang's face grew even broader.
