He helped Rong Hua into the room, lit the candlestick, and Leng Yue turned around and wanted to leave.

However, just now, his hands that seemed soft and boneless pulled his long gown.

"Young Master." Her voice was extremely small, and if she didn't pay attention, it seemed as if it didn't exist. Leng Yue still stood still, without saying: "Does your master like Rong Hua?"

The smile on the corner of her lips was enchanting and mysterious. She grabbed his sleeve and stood up, and walked up to him with her feet floating.

Leng Yue’s nose is full of wine.

"You're drunk." He looked at her with his eyes down, with no other expression on his face.

"Drunk?" She laughed twice, but her eyelashes were wet: "I have been drunk for many years and have just woken up now."

Leng Yue looked at her and knew that she was really drunk. However, even if she was drunk, the man who was deeply in love still couldn't see it. She said that she had been drunk for many years, so did she decide to let go?

However, her pain was so obvious, but he didn't know whether it was really worth it to let her see through the value of his master.

He didn't speak, but she didn't care. She climbed up to his shoulder: "Young Master, although Rong Hua is a brothel woman, she has never served any man in so many years. Do you want it? Anyway, Rong Hua

I don't want to keep it anymore."

Her words made him frown. If she could come out of that unequal relationship, he would be happy, but she was so self-deprecating and depraved, which was not what he wanted to see.

In the past year, he knew that no man had ever seen that face. But, what is a brothel woman? Has she forgotten her identity as a daughter who was born high?

"You are drunk, I'll call Zuozuo to help you take a shower and change your clothes." He raised his hand and took down her hand that was causing trouble on his chest.

"Ha, I'm not drunk." She took two steps back, but her blurry eyes were completely unreliable.

Leng Yue just looked at her.

Rong Hua shook his body a little, barely stood in front of him, stretched his hand to his waist, and unbuttoned the belt: "You all think Miss Mu Qing is better, don't you? They all dislike me as a brothel girl, are you? Mu Qing comes,

The prosperous times Ronghua became the yellow flowers yesterday." Her voice was a little choked, her belt took off, and her clothes were disheveled.

Leng Yue stepped forward, grabbed her hands, pulled her clothes, tied the belt again, and her face changed slightly.

He wanted to help her up, but she squatted on the ground in a limp and said, "After so many years, I have never expected anything. I just hoped that he would occasionally come to Jieyu Tower and talk to me. Even this is a luxury.

Is it? Mu Qing... Why did Mu Qing snatch my persistence for so many years as soon as she came, why? " She buried her face in her knees, cried and laughed, and spoke from time to time: "I know, Mu

Qing beautiful, the ancestors said it right, the hero is sad and the beauty is, right?”

"No." Leng Yue looked at her eyes, and said without any concealment.

"Men... are all, they are all liars! They are all liars!" The tears that stopped flowed out again. She suddenly reached out, grabbed his hand, bit him at the mouth of his tiger, and tried very hard.

Leng Yue's face did not change at all.

She was tired and stopped herself. The bloodshots of the teeth were seeping out of her. He seemed to have not seen her, just looking at her.

She laughed and cried sometimes, and was extremely tired and didn't want to stop. Leng Yue had no choice but to lit her sleeping pussy, let her calm down, and carry the person to the bed.

In Leng Yue's heart, Rong Hua is the most precious, and Rong Hua deserves the love she wants the most, even if that love has nothing to do with him; however, Rong Hua's heart has never had a second figure except that person.
Chapter completed!