Are You Disgusted With Me?
"I'm glad at that time that the woman didn't notice my father's beauty because my father was assaulted by the female bandit and his hair and clothes were messy." Xiu Ming stroked his face, which was similar to that of his father's.
"If that woman noticed my father's beauty, my father would not escape the fate of being a prostitute." He was truly glad. At least he could finally protect his father after what his father had done for him when he was young.
"Did you become a prostitute when you were twelve years old?" Xiu Wanxue's tone was low.
"Yes. Because I'm still small, I only serve a guest a day. But when I grew up, I served three women a night until I was exhausted; they let me rest."
"Bang!!" The cup in Xiu Wanxue's hand was broken. The nearby wall cracked, and the old chairs and tables were broken. However, her power didn't hurt Xiu Ming.