Historical

Mum ran away, dad’s crippled, and I’m about to be sold to a brothel.Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you’ve taken from me, regurgitate it.If you’ve seized what’s mine, return it.All scumbags, clear off.A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: “My lady, if you’re this fiery and domineering at night, your husband…”Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: “My dear, come warm the bed~”