Good times

  The overlord looked down at me and asked, "What did Song Mu say?" His tone was clearly disbelieving. I nodded and said yes, some things I should say, and some things absolutely cannot be said. In my heart, it was clear that I couldn't reveal the fact that Song Mu had told me to stay away from them.

  Ba Wang and Song Mu Zhi seem to be about to become relatives, but I think the two people are clearly not on the same page. In the world of high society, even small characters can't see through it.

  The tyrant glanced at me and said that a normal man would feel uncomfortable seeing his first love fall into prostitution. If others knew that the woman he liked was a prostitute, it would be a shameful thing.

  His words were like a knife aimed at my chest, piercing my heart. I wanted to tell him that I was just a young lady, wasn't he disgusted? He went after those high-class women, did he think I was eager to serve him? But I didn't dare say anything, and could only lower my head and put on a respectful face while listening to the venomous words coming out of his mouth.

  The tyrant got up from the chair, I thought he was going to go upstairs. He sat on the sofa and looked at me standing still, ordering me to take off my clothes.

  A middle-aged woman is collecting bowls and chopsticks at the dinner table. The tyrant's voice is loud, she must have heard it already. She doesn't even lift her head and continues with her work.

  I smiled and told him I hadn't taken a bath yet, he just said one word "strip". I raised my hand to pull the zipper of the coat, took off the autumn skirt, black silk stockings, piece by piece of clothing was thrown on the ground. When I was about to unhook the bra, I heard the footsteps of a middle-aged woman coming from behind, followed by the sound of closing the door.

  There was a moment when I had the urge to squat down and cry loudly, but in the end, I stripped myself bare and stood in front of him. He glanced at me and told me to get wet, then sit on it. I reached my hand under my body, and he lazily leaned against the sofa, staring intently at every move I made, and I knew that right now, I looked like a complete slut. After I reacted a bit, I bent down to help him unbutton his pants, unbuckle his belt, and slowly sat on it, and I was like a bitch crouching on his body.

  I'm actually just a young lady, those so-called dignity and face have long been trampled underfoot. But this scene is even more disgusting than him, I feel like I'm a fly in a gutter, dirty and despicable.

  The tyrant didn't move, he coldly stared at me. Although I was looking down on him, I felt like a lump of shit under his feet.

  I don't know how long I struggled, but I felt his body reacting faster. He let out a low growl, and I tried to quickly retreat with my feet on the sofa, but my speed was slower than his. My lower abdomen got stained with sticky stuff. I saw my reflection in the clean glass window, and it was really dirty. I grabbed some paper towels from the coffee table and wiped hard, too hard, and accidentally scratched two bloody marks on my skin with my fingernails.

  The overlord lifted my chin and said, "Is this the level? Hasn't he trained you well?"

  Everyone has a beautiful memory in their heart, we carefully hide it at the bottom of our hearts, not wanting others to discover it, afraid that others will desecrate it, I am too!

  I don't want to hear anyone mention Song Mu again, not because I still love him. In the five years since Song Mu disappeared, I've even forgotten what he looks like. What I care about is that Song Mu was a part of the most beautiful time in my life. At that time, I no longer had to suffer from my father's beatings and wouldn't hear my stepmother call me a worthless person. I had a loving mother who didn't give birth to me or raise me.