Chapter 3: Just like them, they are prostitutes with a lot of jade arms, and they have to be honest

During the month of recuperation, Lin Ruoruo lived a leisurely and comfortable life

Madam Qiu is right, she will leave scars

The scar, which was almost well, is no longer the bright red at the beginning, the new flesh that grew is a light pink, uneven, and still very conspicuous. She has been confirmed to be really broken.

Today, Yue Qingyin was always worried when she arrived in her room. She was holding a handkerchief and wanted to say something. She didn't know how many times she sighed. Ruoru, listen to me,

Lin Ruoruo smiled faintly, I've been waiting for you to say Ah

You know, today I accidentally heard Mama Li and Mama Qiu talking about you. She tung the veil into a ball. Mama Li said, "I'm...

say what?

Said he wanted to be classified as a third-class girl

The girls in Baoyue Tower are divided into Qinggong and Redgong. Redgong is divided into three levels. First-class girls focus on training, and their appearance and talents must be very outstanding. They receive all dignitaries; second-class girls have a worse qualification and have the right to select guests; while third-class girls are much worse than the first two levels. They are the lowest-level people in the building. They cannot select guests, and the fees are very cheap. They often receive peddlers and pawns, and they receive more than one guest in one night. Three or four are common.

Ruoru, what should you do?

Lin Ruoruo smiled pale. Actually, I have thought about this result before

But she also came up with some good idea. She thought she really didn't have the ability to escape from this cannibalistic place, and tried to call on the system for help. This time the system was kind and did not stand by and told her a word, waiting

Then, I can't contact you again

The system is above this world, she has no reason not to believe it, he asked her to wait, she just waits

Since you have thought of it, do you know what to do? A delicate and mean voice came from outside the door

Madam Qiu

He is called a nanny, but Qiurong is actually only 34 years old. He is diligent in maintenance and decorative. He looks only twenty-seven or eight. Compared with girls, he is more mature and charming.

Qingyin, go back first, I have something to say to Ruoruo

Yue Qingyin glanced at Lin Ruoruo, she nodded, and she turned out of the room three times in one step

Qiu Rongjing sat down by himself, shaking a silk ball fan in his hand, and a thin and cold smile on his lips. Ruoruo, although I brought you one by one, I really don't like you very much

Lin Ruoruo was puzzled, why?

I know you are smart, but you can't hide it from me. You pretend to be no different from other girls in the building, but you look down on them very much. You only care about the Qing Gong'er on weekdays and disdain to be with them, right?

Yes, since she made it clear, there was no need for her to tell lies

So Ah, Lin Ruoru, like them, they are all prostitutes with a jade bi, and they have to be arrogant. This kind of behavior really makes people like it.

Lin Ruoruo didn't explain anything, just smiled

Madam Lin wants to label you as a third-class girl. Are you still noble? Qiu Rong's smile is even colder

She was silent and didn't speak

Qiu Rong said, took a sip of tea, moistening the dry throat, but I tried my best to train you for more than two years, and I really can't bear to let you be ruined by those vulgar men.

She spoke in surprise, Madam Qiu?

How much effort and effort did Qiurong spend to cultivate a third-class prostitute? If you say it, I don’t believe it. The only person I brought out is worthy of having one face. Ruoru, don’t forget that besides your face, you have the ecstasy body that other girls can never get enough, as well as your talent, and even your intelligence, you will never fall into a third-class girl.

Of course, all I can do is to give you a chance. If you catch it, is it your life, if you can't catch it, or is it your life?

What opportunity?

Qiurong lowered her voice when she saw that the doors and windows were closed. A noble man lived in our building and booked Nanxiangyuan alone. It has been more than a month since she often asked girls to come in and serve him, but in fact no one could get close to him. He was either driven away or beaten away by him.

Lin Ruoruo is thinking, I understand what the nanny means

Do you dare to give it a try?

Could it be that the system asked her to wait for this opportunity?

Ruoru, do you dare?

She looked at Qiu Rongbo's cold smile and nodded gently. I want to give it a try.

Let me tell you here, this story will be abusive (I am a glass heart, and the male protagonist is called abuse if he is not good to the female protagonist). I am still wondering whether the female protagonist should forgive the male protagonist, but if she doesn't forgive, it's not np

But the other male protagonist is super good to the female protagonist

Don't think the heroine is miserable. Ruruo is very self-esteem and strong. Except for her own inability to torture herself, no one else can torture her.

Her idea was that if you treat me badly, I won’t care about you anymore, and you will never be able to abuse me again...

All my heroines have similar personalities...

Actually, I am also like this, so the pain comes from myself. Once I think about it, others will not hurt me at all.

So I really like to write about the male protagonist being bad to the female protagonist. The female protagonist let go of her hands and keeps the male protagonist in pain and entanglement, and she will never love him again...

(I hate many novels that the heroine says she doesn't love her anymore, but she actually loves her heart. She is very soft-hearted towards the hero. She still feels heartbroken when she thinks she is heartbroken and crys. She is easy to forgive her. I am so angry that I am so angry that I think this kind of thing is quite a cheap thing. Why do others hurt you? You are still wholeheartedly...), My heroine really doesn't love her anymore, not talking about it...

After writing, I realized that I had said a lot of nonsense, haha, but I didn't stop as I said it

The overall meaning is that this story is abusive, please be careful