C1917 Send a Wechat Message to the Gods(1)

A girl in a brothel, that's what she does best with men.

Miss Zhuer leaned against him softly, her eyes clear and innocent. It was as if she had never seen a man who did not drink in a girl's room.

"Then... A table of five taels of silver!" After hesitating for a moment, Moo Jiuxiu gritted his teeth and made up his mind