I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

Meng Wenjing used almost all his reason to restrain his desires.

But no.

The bright red lipstick mark on the cup drove him crazy. He held the cup tightly and rubbed away the burning red mark bit by bit with his thumb until it became blurry.

He bit his lips, his head swollen.

The pear flower spring sent by the servant was at hand. He spilled the remaining water in the glass and poured himself a glass of wine.

The taste he is most familiar with is the taste of ginseng, which is the taste of thousands of medicines.

He doesn't drink alcohol, not even since he was a child.

The brothers and sisters at home were drinking and talking, while he was drinking medicine and having fun. He was drinking medicine. Even when he raised a cup of celebration for his father, the cup in his cup was only tea specially made for him.

Days like this are too vicious.

He asked his brothers, what’s good about wine?

The brothers only replied that it was not good to drink and drinking would harm the body. They also raised serious eyebrows and told him not to take a sip of it!

Over time, when Meng Wenjing saw others drinking, he would say in a disappointed tone, "Drinking is harmful to the body!"

Master also likes to drink. He is obviously a Taoist doctor. He hangs a wine gourd all day long and smells of alcohol.

When the master is drunk, he likes to bask in the sun, collapse into a ball of soft mud, his cheeks are red, and he sings a carefree song, looking like he is going to become an immortal.

Meng Wenjing held the cup, brought it close to his nose, and sniffed gently.

It's different from anything I've ever smelled before. The fragrance is psychedelic with taboos.

It is true that drinking alcohol harms the body, Master also said it.

But he’s such a big man, so it’s okay to have a taste!

He must have a taste today!

His heart skipped a beat, his brows furrowed, and the blurry red color appeared, and he took a sip.

There was an aggressive sweetness in the mouth, and a wild burning sensation in the throat, making Meng Wenjing's features wrinkle together.

With a hiss, he blushed, what the hell could taste so bad!

He put down the cup tremblingly. You can't touch this thing!

But after calming down for a while, he remembered the feeling of hissing after drinking. When he was a child, he didn't understand why his father and brothers made a hissing sound when they took the first sip of wine.

He took another sip and hissed like his father and brothers!

The imitation of his father and brother was so exciting that Meng Wenjing began to repeat this action over and over again.

Although he only licked a little with his tongue each time, the amount was enough to make him intoxicated.

What he didn't know even more was that the brothel's liquor featured a saint who had to take off his pants when he came!

Meng Wenjing was completely drunk.

Unknowingly, the lip mark on the rim of the cup disappeared, and Meng Wenjing felt flustered.

It was as if she had just left without leaving him even a single word of fear.

He was confused and wanted to find some support. He searched randomly in the room for the clothes she had worn, the pen she had held, and the bed she had slept on.

He lay down heavily with a thump, and after the smell of dust dissipated, there was a faint scent of soapberry emanating from the depths of the quilt.

He wrapped himself in her quilt, and the warmth made Meng Wenjing's face turn red.

She slept here...

But...she is a prostitute. Is she the only one who has slept in this bed?

Meng Wenjing suddenly jumped up from the bed.

He jumped out of bed in panic, and the stiffness under his body made his steps strange. He stared at the bed as if facing a powerful enemy, as if he wanted to burn the room down with his eyes!

The curtain is a garnet red color, which is hot and ambiguous under the candlelight.

A shocking scene broke into his mind uncontrollably. It was her and the prostitute!

Wearing a skirt and a red shirt, her face is covered with flowers, her feet are crossed with a green quilt, and her heart is filled with knots, which are inverted and in harmony with yin and yang...

Meng Wenjing knew that he could no longer think about it, he would go crazy, but he could not move his eyes away.

The evil happening on this bed made Meng Wenjing scratch his heart and lungs. He helplessly reached out and grabbed the roots of his hair, trying to wake himself up.

The bun of her hair became messy, and Meng Wenjing was forced to cry.

Why is she a brothel girl? Why isn't she an ordinary woman? Even if his status is low, he still has a way, and he can marry her.

But she just did it!

They also have six children!

She is simply an extremely vicious woman!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He wanted to leave this place, but he still couldn't take a step, as if he was imprisoned in this room.

He drank another whole glass of wine, and the amount of this glass completely made Meng Wenjing lose his mind.

Everyone can have fun with brothel girls, why can't he?

He is a man too and he has money too!

Fathers and brothers can bring back one woman after another, why can't he?

Such thoughts were like the whispers of the devil, completely disintegrating the restraint that Meng Wenjing had cultivated over the years.

He still threw himself into Bai Zhi's quilt and deeply smelled the remaining scent of hers.

Fantasy about her long hair, half-exposed shoulders and neck, slender ankles, and the taboos hidden under her clothes...

Throughout the night, he lost and lost again and again in the palm of his hand...

Fallen, fallen again.

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Bai Zhi was hundreds of miles away and had no idea that she was being prostituted.

Meng Wenjing obviously couldn't face this fact. The crotch that was still wet in the morning told everything.

He had no idea why he would do such a thing, he must be possessed by a ghost!

He escaped in embarrassment, and was severely extorted from the madam for a night's fee.

He felt that he was too embarrassed to see anyone, and even when he saw Ayu, he avoided looking at him for fear of being looked at in a strange way.

He began to pretend to be busy to relieve his fear and anxiety.

After being busy like this for a few days, nothing happened. His fear gradually disappeared, replaced by the aftertaste and longing for that night.

He began to comfort himself, it was just a brothel, it was normal, it was no big deal!

Then several days later, he went to Yinghonglou again!

As soon as the bustard mother saw this person, she felt that he was the God of Wealth. She wished she could spread a carpet for him and invite him in on her knees. "Miss Snow will definitely come back tonight! Master, wait!"

After the first embarrassment, Meng Wenjing was obviously much calmer this time.

He was shocked to discover that this is how people lose their bottom line bit by bit.

He laughed at himself.

The identity of a brothel woman doesn't seem so scary anymore.

Isn't he also a prostitute?

The same wine, the same bed, the same madness.

The difference is that Bai Zhi is back!

Running around day and night, Bai Zhi's bones are about to fall apart, but there are still people in Yinghong Building drinking and talking.

The bustard mother and the others didn't know she was coming back tonight, and no one was waiting for her.

She tiredly went to the kitchen to ask for a bucket of water, then returned to her room to tidy up, prepare to take a bath, and then have a good sleep.

The bed was behind a screen, and Bai Zhi didn't notice a sleeping person on the bed at all.

There were still unpacked wine glasses on the table, which didn't surprise her. She and Li Yuelai would occasionally have a few drinks in the past, so it was normal for her to forget to put them away.

After she finished taking a shower, she blew out the candlestick with smoky vapor all over her body, and got into bed, when a hot body pressed against her.

Bai Zhi took a breath, what the hell?

Before she could scream, a pair of arms, like vines that thrived on strangulation, tightly wrapped around her waist, and then pushed hard to the waist and abdomen behind her.

What did she hit?

She was so frightened that her heart stopped and she screamed. Then the man turned her over and blocked her lips fiercely.