"Military prostitute," Jin Siyu replied nonchalantly.
Her porridge-eating slowed, and she lifted her gaze, looking him up and down, then turned to face the copper mirror beside the bed, examining herself thoroughly, and sighed.
Jin Siyu really did not want to always ask for her thoughts, appearing as if he could not figure anything out and looked foolish, but he truly could not guess what was going on in this person's peculiar mind. After holding back for a while, he had to ask, "Why the sigh? Are you scared? If you're scared, say what you need to, there might still be a chance for you."
She looked up at him, then at her hands wrapped like a winter melon, and drawled, "Wang Shaoyao thinks, she's not ugly after all, so why is it that some people just don't approve of her?"
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