Happy times are always so fleeting. After the enjoyment, all that's left is sorrow.
Matsushita Chiyo lay there weakly, silently sobbing. She felt disgusted with herself. This man was so detestable, yet when he ravished her, she enjoyed it so much.
"How much do you want this time? Name your price," said Ye Wutian while he put on his pants.
Matsushita Chiyo continued to sob, without speaking.
Ye Wutian then said, "Since you're not talking, I suppose I'll just give you whatever." With that, he pulled out a wad of money, threw it onto Matsushita Chiyo, and shamelessly added, "Stop your crying. Whores get up at dawn, work till dusk, ridden by a thousand men, used by ten thousand, and their pink turns to black, yet they don't make this much money."
Matsushita Chiyo glared at Ye Wutian, as if she wanted to eat him alive.
Ye Wutian shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "Let's pretend I didn't say that."
