Lord.
This term, the most familiar origin should be in one of the Four Great Classical Novels, Shuihu.
Hmm.
That’s right.
It’s the tiless Xin Qing, Lord.
Since Fujiwara Reiki could teach the Little Japanese Princess about Dream of the Red Chamber in the Imperial Palace, she must have had so engagent with Shuihu as well.
However.
She is not afraid of seeing herself as Pan Jinlian, but Jiang Chen does not consider himself Xin Qing!
Alright then.
If viewing from the perspective of that Prince, the two of them are indeed no different from Pan Jinlian and Xin Qing.
Honestly.
Speaking of this, the short and ugly Wataru Tetsuya bears a bizarre resemblance to the bun-selling Wu Dalang, despite their vastly different statuses!
History always repeats itself unexpectedly?
Got carried away.
At this mont, in this scene, Jiang Chen naturally had no ti to focus on such alternative titles; once he stepped back outside the door, his previously calm emotions were now in turmoil.
"How did you get in?!"
Miss Fujiwara lay relaxed at the head of the bed, even lazily curling her long white silk legs.
"Though the code lock is convenient, it’s still not as reliable as a chanical lock."
Implying.
She "cracked the code" to get in?
Indeed, even if she is the "boss lady," Wan Wenya certainly wouldn’t arbitrarily open the door for her.
It has nothing to do with the type of lock.
Any lock can only guard against the honest, not the dishonest.
The question is, when did she make ti to learn the skill of picking locks?
Moreover.
Picking soone else’s lock so casually?
Aren’t you afraid of being reported to the police?!
Hmm.
Perhaps she is confident that the victim wouldn’t report it, and she judged it correctly.
Jiang Chen stood outside his bedroom door, his expression changing unpredictably; not to ntion reporting to the police, he didn’t even dare to call for help.
Look at what the other person is wearing.
Unbearable to look at!
How could he let others see this?
Indeed.
You should never pop the champagne mid-ga.
Thinking she left, only to find her asleep in his bed.
"Co in, it’s getting late..."
When Pan Jinlian and Xin Qing hooked up back then, perhaps this was the very scene, minus the modern style lingerie.
Fujiwara Reiki closed the book and even yawned.
Fine, picking the lock.
But where did she get that outfit?
There’s none in his room.
When drinking earlier, she didn’t seem to have any "luggage"; could it be an accomplice?
"This ti coming to Shen Zhou, you don’t represent just yourself. Get up!"
Jiang Chen commanded sternly; the Xin Lord of the past wasn’t this oblivious to romance.
Unexpectedly.
Fujiwara Reiki actually propped herself up, changing from lying on her side to sitting up.
But rely sitting up.
"Do you find beautiful?"
Alright then.
The advancent of modern craftsmanship is displayed even more thoroughly; her lush black hair fell like a waterfall over the peaks, creating a fierce visual contrast between black and white, the curling of her legs causing the white silk to fold into tightly bunched creases, and with the lighting as a filter, this scene simply overshadowed all those seller show pictures!
If Miss Fujiwara wanted to post a picture with a positive review, she’d at least enjoy a full-price cashback from the seller!
"Put your clothes on!"
Jiang Chen continued to speak sharply, cleverly avoiding her question; no matter his mood, he couldn’t lie to himself.
This beauty’s allure, where does it even need his affirmation, a re mortal or a commoner, to bewitch the first heir of the Fujiwara Family?
"Aren’t I wearing clothes?"
Jiang Chen was suddenly at a loss for words again.
Wearing?
Indeed, she was.
But it would be better if she wore nothing.
Sotis being fully undressed is less seductive than being clothed; this mont was a strong testant to that.
"Put on your own clothes properly!"
This ti Fujiwara Reiki didn’t mince words, "I don’t have clothes here; how about Lord helps find so?"
Jiang Chen was almost tacitly acknowledging this title, still nevertheless fell for the trap; he stepped into the bedroom under the curvature of Miss Fujiwara’s mouth, and started rummaging through the cabinets.
"Where are your clothes?!"
None in the cabinets.
None on the floor.
Not even under the bed!
...
Fujiwara Reiki blinked silently, sitting on the bed with her legs bent, looking pitiful.
It had to be Jiang Chen.
If it had been another guy, she wouldn’t be pitiable now, but in utter agony, screaming heartbreakingly.
Jiang Chen breathed shortly, staring at her.
"If Lord minds being here, I’ll just leave."
As they locked eyes, Fujiwara Reiki was the first to back down, climbing out of bed as if yielding, revealing breathtaking scenery.
Waterfall.
Mountains.
A dense forest.
Truly the most magnificent view in the world.
She walked out, barefoot, even without wearing shoes.
Jiang Chen certainly knew she was acting, and he was incredibly sure of it, but that is where a man’s disadvantage lies.
Even knowing she was pretending, when she was rely at the bedroom door, not even to the living room, he called out to her.
"Stop!"
Even when ntioning Wu Dalang—I an, Prince Wataru Tetsuya, soone seed indifferent, but if anyone else saw this beauty’s body, or her current state, he... couldn’t accept it.
At least in front of him, he couldn’t accept it.
Fujiwara Reiki stopped.
From lying to sitting to standing, different postures were interpreted one by one, and it must be noted, she was standing with her back to Jiang Chen, the transparent veil fabric could not conceal the plump peach, sagging yet not falling, highly elastic and upright, unimaginable how the touch would drive soone mad,
"Are you planning to go out like that?"
"Want to borrow a piece of clothing for ?"
Fujiwara Reiki didn’t turn around, her expression unreadable.
Borrow clothes?
Wouldn’t that just raise suspicions?
What will others think if they see it?
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