Feng Ming Gave Herself to Qin Jiuge. Qin Jiuge's face was expressionless, dark as a storm cloud, his posture and manner making it look as if he was ready to throw someone out at any moment.
"Why are you still here when your Miss has already left? Don't tell me you're planning to stay here and keep doing something? If I remember correctly, the two of us shouldn't be that close."
Qin Jiuge said this aloud.
Feng Ming parted her crimson lips slightly, and a trace of pitifulness appeared on her cheeks as well. "When you needed me, I was your little sweetheart; now that you don't need me anymore, you say you're not close to me.
"How can you be like this?"
"Boo-hoo-hoo."
Seeing her performance in front of him, which was clearly so splendid, Qin Jiuge could not help rolling his eyes hard at this moment, then said directly, "Do you know Zhao Huanhuan?
"She served this Divine Emperor Lord very well, which was why she could thoroughly become a member of my Qin Family. I just wonder when you'll come serve me too?"
Qin Jiuge's body suddenly moved forward, and he swept Feng Ming's slender, curved waist into his arms.
Feng Ming subconsciously prepared to resist, but with that tiny, insignificant bit of strength of hers, how could she possibly be Qin Jiuge's match? What was more, forget her—even her Miss, Feng Jiuqing, had become Qin Jiuge's woman, hadn't she?
The two of them had dual-cultivated who knew how many times, let alone a mere concubine maid?
That was truly far, far too much.
Immediately after, Feng Ming had no time to react, and then simply accepted her fate.
With a kick of both legs, half her body then fell straight into Qin Jiuge's arms, and she