A Nauseating Bitch

Although the weather outside was bitterly cold, the beauties of Snowfall Pavilion, skilled at displaying beauty, still showed off their charms to guests seeking pleasure in thin garments.

Fortunately, Snowfall Pavilion was still a refined, high-end establishment. It did not have the sort of people Chen Cheng had imagined, rushing up to tug and pull at him right away.

Still, every other guest who entered was immediately caught by some young lady, while no one came to him. Perhaps it was not because he had brought Snow Maiden with him.

Maybe.

Seeing the looks cast his way by the other guests—and even spotting someone secretly giving him a thumbs-up—Chen Cheng felt his face burn with embarrassment.

However, Snow Maiden, who had come with Chen Cheng, was nowhere near as shy as he was. When she saw the young ladies inside, she walked right up, took one by the hand, and asked:

"Big sister, aren't you cold wearing so little? And how much can you earn in a day? I think it has to be more than one Magic Crystal at least."

Being grabbed by a respectable young woman and asked such questions—especially in front of so many people—the courtesan being held nearly started cursing.

Chen Cheng immediately stepped forward and pulled Snow Maiden away, then apologized to the young lady.

"I'm sorry. I came to see a friend. This is my younger sister; she speaks without thinking, so please don't take offense, miss."

As the saying went, a whore had no heart, and an actor had no righteousness.

This was not merely a summary of the emotional morality of those in those professions. It was also because, if whores and actors wanted to survive, they had to recognize the situation.

And clearly, this young lady Snow Maiden had grabbed was