Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 63 I Only Love You

Tang Jingchen nodded, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Xiao Guoer added worriedly, "If sister asks, tell her that I'm fine, I just accidentally rubbed it off when I was playing outside, so she won't worry."

"it is good."

Xiao Guoer didn't expect that the thing she least wanted to happen would happen after she had been away from home for just one night.

In Zhuxian Lane, Yingniang heard what Tang Jingchen said and asked him to wait for a moment.

She went to the east wing where Xiao Guoer lived and opened the secret compartment in the closet. Outside of a bulging purse, there was a small wooden box.

Yingniang did not touch the purse, but opened the small box. Inside was indeed the fake scar stickers that Xiaoguoer had prepared, and a box of powder made from bean flour.

Yingniang closed the lid, closed the secret compartment and the wardrobe in turn, returned to the main room, and handed the box to Tang Jingchen.

She was unaware of the danger Xiao Guoer had encountered today. She saw the red fire jade fan pendant that Xiao Guoer had spent half a month making hanging under the fan in Tang Jingchen's hand. She also learned that Xiao Guoer had already let Tang Jingchen see her true face and had moved into the Tang Mansion.

Combined with the fact that these two people always seemed quite intimate and ambiguous with each other when they were together in the past, I guessed that their current relationship was probably almost certain.

She said seriously, "Mr. Tang, please treat Xiao Guo'er well and don't let her down!"

Tang Jingchen took the box, raised his eyes and looked at Yingniang. Without any excuse, he promised in the same solemn tone, as if swearing, "Tang will definitely do his best to take care of her and protect her."

Yingniang felt relieved but also sad. Her voice was light and she sighed faintly, "That's great."

She watched the handsome and imposing man leave through the curtain, and suddenly a faint smile appeared on her face. The smile then gradually grew bigger and finally turned into a hearty laugh, until she laughed until tears came, and then she slowly stopped.

Yueya stared at the crazy girl with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. She cautiously called out, "Girl?"

There were tears on the girl's face, but she was smiling. However, there was no joy in that smile. Instead, it revealed endless sadness.

She murmured to herself, "How great! Xiao Guoer has found her own lover. That's great, that's great..." Her voice became lower and lower, as if she was immersed in some distant memories.

Suddenly, she turned to look at Yueya, "Yueya, go buy me a pot of wine. I'm happy today and I want to get drunk."

Yueya looked at the elder girl's expression and she knew that she was not as happy as she said. She was not happy. She was sad and heartbroken.

Yueya felt sad for the girl, but she didn't know how to comfort others, and she didn't know what to do. She could only listen to the girl and said, "I'll go buy it now."

Inside the house, the candlelight flickered, emitting a dim and soft light, which enveloped the beauty under the lamp, as if putting a layer of thin gauze on her body, making her look more gentle, charming and charming.

The graceful figure reflected on the wall, sometimes raising a glass to drink, sometimes stroking her forehead and sighing, her every move was filled with an indescribable feeling of loneliness and sorrow.

When Zhou Fangye pushed open the door of the main room, what he saw was a picture of a beautiful woman sitting alone at the table, shedding tears of sorrow.

When the beauty heard the voice, her slender hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air, and the traces of tears on her face were clearly visible, thin and winding.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at the person who came. Her eyes seemed a little blurry due to being drunk, and her reaction became slow.

After seeing who was coming, the beauty was stunned at first, then fell into a brief daze, and then a sad smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She blinked her eyelashes lightly, and a new tear burst out of her eyelid, dripping down along the tear mark.

"You're here?" The voice seemed to contain complaints, resentment, but also indescribable expectations and affection.

A trace of subtle pain crept through Zhou Fangye's heart. He slowly walked to Yingniang's side, his voice as gentle as water.

"Why are you drinking? Are you drunk? Why are you crying?" As he said this, he picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears on Yingniang's face.

How could he still be so gentle to her when he clearly already had a new lover?

Whenever Yingniang thought about her lover wiping other people's tears and comforting other women with soft words, she felt heartbroken.

"Is Zhou Lang going to get married?"

The beauty's voice was low and trembling, her beautiful face was full of sadness, and her beautiful eyes stared at him steadily. Her eyes, moist and clear because of tears, revealed the meaning of heartbreak and despair.

Zhou Fangye was hurt by her sorrow, and his heart softened. He comforted her in a gentle voice, "Don't let your imagination run wild, Yingniang. I only love you, and I have no plans to marry yet."

Although he knew that it was only a matter of time before he got married, he couldn't bear to see his beloved woman so sad for him now.

The drunk woman had no ability to think, she only knew what her beloved lover was saying - he only loved her.

I only love her.

How good.

The beauty was immersed in the sweet words of her lover and burst into tears again. This time, she had a genuine smile on her face. "Zhou Lang, do you know that I only love you and only hope to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you. You can't fall in love with someone else!"

Under the dim candlelight, the beloved woman shed tears and, under the influence of alcohol, expressed her deep love for him. It was like a dream, making people unable to extricate themselves.

Ever since she redeemed herself from Zuihualou and was settled by him in the courtyard in Zhuxian Lane, she had never spoken such passionate words of love to him again.

Zhou Fangye was very moved. He held Yingniang in his arms, slowly lowered his head, and covered her slightly salty lips stained with tears. Between his lips and teeth, he made an unclear promise, "I will never change my feelings. I only love you!"

The drunk Yingniang, with a flushed face and confused consciousness, passively endured the man's tender and sweet kiss. Her soft body turned into water, clinging to the man's arms, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

The two people who had not been close to each other for a long time were instantly ignited like dry wood meeting fire.

Zhou Fangye picked him up and strode into the inner room.

The gauze curtains on the bed slowly fell, covering up the spring scenery inside.

Gradually, a faint, blushing and heart-pounding gasp and groaning sound came from behind the curtain.

The dim candlelight was still flickering, vaguely illuminating the two entangled figures on the bed curtains.

The wine glass on the table fell over, and the remaining wine slowly flowed out, dripping along the edge of the table onto the ground, making a "drip drip" sound. The aroma of wine mixed with the special ambiguous smell of passion between men and women filled the entire room, sweet and intoxicating.

Zhou Fang had not been close to Yingniang for many days, and now his feelings were strong. The hibiscus tent was warm, and the beautiful woman who was full of his heart was right under him. He felt extremely happy from heart to body.

This night was filled with unbridled joy and endless passion.