Jiang Shuyue: [And here I thought he was such a good man. Turns out he's just lusting after a pretty face! All crows under heaven are equally black-not a single one with different-colored feathers. Even if there is one, it's either mentally disturbed or a crossbreed. The ancients truly didn't lie to me.]
At the end, she added another line: [Men are all pig trotters. None of them can be trusted! Whoever trusts one from now on is a dog!]
Zhou Yunshen's expression darkened a little.
He had offered the shops on South Street only because he wanted to see how Lan Ruoyue would fall.
The higher she stood, the harder she would fall. And the harder she fell, the more entertaining it would be.
What did that have to do with lusting after a pretty face?
The emperor and Prince Huai were nearly giving themselves internal injuries from holding back their laughter.
Who would have thought that even the Marquis of Zhennan could be left speechless and defeated?
Say a little more, madam. We want to see him take another beating.
Huahua: [It doesn't seem that way to me. Why don't you ask the Great Villain in private?]
Jiang Shuyue grew even angrier: [Ask him what? What is there to ask? Isn't it all right in front of us?]
[Holding one woman in his arms while thinking about another. A textbook case of eating from his bowl while eyeing the pot. I should never have held even a shred of hope for creatures called men.]
[Not one man is any good. The better-looking they are, the worse they are. Every last one is a scumbag who ought to go extinct!]
[He can forget about coming into my room or sleeping in my bed ever again!]
Huahua: *[But you're still