With a sharp "slap," Xiang Wan's face stung, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Qu Chiyang was truly ruthless; he slapped her face without a second thought. Just as rumored, his temper was strange and unpredictable. Wearing a mask, did he really not consider her human?
"Besides this body and a good-looking face, what else do you have to offer?" Qu Chiyang grabbed Xiang Wan's collar, not allowing her any chance to back down. "If you don't make me feel better, don't even think about leaving here standing up."
He threw her heavily to the ground, and Xiang Wan's lips curled into a mocking smile, for herself and for her actions just now. How stupid had she been to think that being submissive would make Qu Chiyang look at her differently? This man was never short of sycophants; one more or one less wouldn't make a difference. Why should she wrong herself and force a smile?
Xiang Wan got up from the ground and stood in front of Qu Chiyang. Without saying a word, she began to undo her clothes, letting them slide down her arms to the ground, leaving behind bruises all over her body, which were very eye-catching against her fair skin.
"Didn't you say that all I have is this body and this good skin? Now you see? I'm covered in bruises, scars, and countless internal injuries, big and small."
Everyone says that those who become cult leaders enjoy endless wealth and luxury, with gold and silver treasures readily available. But look at me, besides this face, I have nothing to offer. All of this is thanks to you!
If I didn't want your favor, why would I have been framed? If you weren't powerful, why would I have been sent into your harem? Now, I just want to climb the social ladder, so what right do you have to humiliate me?
If you don't want to see me, then just don't summon me again. I'm not a servant, I don't know how to massage, and I'm even struggling with the most basic tasks of serving others. All I've done is sincerely want to gain your favor—what's wrong with that?
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