Rebirth and Revenge: The Black-bellied Prostitute

Moreover, it has countless impressions in Xia Zixuan's memory.

However, under those greedy and disgusting wolf eyes, he still had to please the man who indulged himself.

These feelings made Xia Zixuan feel embarrassed.

The jailer who was guarding drinking wine outside laughed softly when he heard the provocative panting.

"These death row inmates live a more carefree life than us."

"Yeah, when the idea comes up, we can do it as soon as we think about it. We can't compare it."

"Don't talk about this, cheers."

Death row prisoners have "meat" to eat, but they have alcohol to drink, but their lives will not be lost.

Therefore, their lives are still much better than those on death row.

If it sounds like you're going to get angry, it's just right, after get off work, go home to find your wife and get under the covers.

"Zhan Feng."

After Xia Furong left the prison, she went to the place where she had an appointment with Bu Zhanfeng.

Sure enough, Bu Zhanfeng was already waiting in the willow pavilion by the lake.

Seeing Bu Zhanfeng's heroic figure, his slender and high-spirited body, his face blushed, and his heart throbbed endlessly.

This is the man she will spend the rest of her life with.

"Furong, you're here."

Bu Zhanfeng and Xia Furong have already engaged in a marriage contract, so naturally there is no need for Miss Xia to come, Mr. Bu will go.

Coincidentally, a gust of wind blew up the floating sea on Xia Furong's forehead slightly.

As a martial arts practitioner, Bu Zhanfeng had really good eyesight, and he was shocked to see a hideous scar the size of a copper coin on Xia Furong's face.

Seeing the scar, Bu Zhanfeng's heart tightened and he felt very uncomfortable.

If it wasn't for the gust of wind, he would have forgotten that Xia Furong has many shortcomings.

The indelible scar the size of a copper coin on his forehead is disfiguring is not an exaggeration.

Bu Zhanfeng looked at Xia Furong's right hand again.

Bu Zhanfeng knew that Xia Furong's right hand had been kicked by a horse.

Therefore, that hand was almost useless, unable to use any strength.

Xia Furong obviously has such shortcomings.

No one mentioned it before, that's because Xia Furong is the prime minister's daughter, she is pretty.

As far as Xia Furong's situation is concerned, the person who will marry in the future must be a dragon among men.

Therefore, how could a smart person offend Xia Furong.

Even if he wanted to say something sour, he would only say it behind Xia Furong's back.

Xia Furong seemed to have sensed Bu Zhanfeng's malicious gaze, and hastily stretched out her hand to follow her own.

Others may have forgotten, but as the person involved.

Xia Furong never forgot the big scar on her forehead and her weak right hand.

She just ignores them as best she can.

After Xia Furong straightened out the left sea and made sure to cover the scar, she looked at Bu Zhanfeng again.

At this time, Bu Zhanfeng gave Xia Furong the feeling of a sword in its sheath.

As a soldier's murderous aura, all restrained.

What Xia Furong could feel from Bu Zhanfeng was the refined bookishness.

When Bu Zhanfeng's bottomless black eyes were fixed on Xia Furong.

Xia Furong's still heart beat involuntarily, and the blush on her face became more vivid.

Seeing such an excellent Bu Zhanfeng, Xia Furong unconsciously touched her left sea again.

She must have read it wrong just now, Zhan Feng liked her, how could he despise her?

Even if Xia Furong thought so, but in the subsequent contacts.

Xia Furong has been guarding against the strong wind, which will blow her back to the sea again.