Chương 642: A New Life?

There was a poem which went like this, "A beautiful girl of thirteen is in her prime. All 10 li of the streets of Yangzhou does not have anyone who can compare to her."

(Translator's Note: In pre-modern China, as with many societies, girls marry at a very young age. This poem was written during the Tang Dynasty.)

These were two extremely beautiful women. Every single smile on their faces was capable of seducing a man's heart.

They were fashionable and not plain at all.

Beauties like these were difficult to find in the world.

Their names were 'Yi Hong' and 'Wei Cui'. After they came in, they sat on the left and right of the man in white.

F*ck me!

"Why don't I have such luck?" Chu Yu thought.

Chu Yu felt a beast racing in his heart.

He pondered for a long while. Just now, he felt content with what he had. Now, when he looked at the two girls feeding and pouring wine for the man in white, he did not know what to think.

What… decadence!