Chapter 005 Clouds Think of Clothes and Flowers Think of Faces (3) (Text)

  Her legs hurt to death because of her movements, she cursed in a low voice. If she knew which fearless man crawled onto her bed last night, she would definitely chop him into pieces! (She had already ignorantly equated the handsome guy from last night with that Shao Yuehan Wangye, because in her mind, all princes were 40-50 year old men with big beards.)

  Even if he's a handsome guy, how can he take advantage of someone in distress... and lay such a heavy hand on a weak woman like her? Which flower girl was it that bullied her into doing something against her will yesterday? Flower: Get out! The pain you've caused the lady will be repaid tenfold, a hundredfold one day, you heartless author!

  Hua Xiang Rong walked to the edge of the mirror, wanting to see how miserable she looked now. When she found a person-high copper mirror behind the peony screen, she suddenly stared wide-eyed in shock.

  What a face that turns people's heads upside down?

  Her face was as white and delicate as a goose egg, with a smooth forehead and two curved eyebrows like willow leaves. Her big eyes were round and clear, filled with incredulity, and her long eyelashes fluttered adorably. Her double eyelids looked natural and comfortable, the kind that many women couldn't achieve even after plastic surgery. Her small nose twitched slightly due to excitement, and her plump red lips were parted in shock. Her black hair covered her small white ears, and her petite yet elegant figure was slender but curvaceous. Her skin was smooth like silk.

  This flower-like face is actually so heavenly and beautiful!

  Hua Xiang Rong couldn't believe it and touched her face again, of course, then stretched out her hand to touch her own slippery body that was unbelievable, at which time she automatically ignored the terrifying purple and green bruises on her body.

  "Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces... it's actually such a beautiful face and figure..." She couldn't help but mutter to herself. Although her original face wasn't bad, it was just average, but compared to this one, it was like heaven and earth apart.

  But why did she cross over? She didn't get into a car accident, nor did she pick up any ancient bangles or necklaces. She didn't encounter any opportunities, so why did she cross over?

  Could it be that she fell asleep and crossed over? This doesn't seem like a dream, because the pain in her legs still exists. Could it be that she has some kind of past life entanglement? Or is there some kind of karma debt? Or perhaps the heavens took pity on her and rewarded her with a journey through time as a form of entertainment?

  But but... why did a great beauty like her, who married into the Wang family half a year ago, only give it to him for the first time last night?

  The author's sharp eyes scanned fiercely: Hua Xiang Rong, you know too much! Five seconds later, the author was ruthlessly dropped by PIA.

  After a while, Huaxiang was still standing in front of the copper mirror, until Ling and Zhu came in with water, opened a small door at the back of the room, fiddled around inside for half a day before coming out together to support Huaxiang who was still in a daze.

  There is a circular bathtub made of white jade, about five or six square meters in size, filled with warm water and floating jasmine petals.