After they regret their whole lives, I will never die in the training ground

So what happened in that scene just now?

No matter how you look at it, it can't be this young lady who will suffer the loss, so what is the current situation?

Nie Luandi couldn't figure it out anymore.

Bai Qingge thought Fufente was worried about the woman, so she turned to me and said, "Don't worry, that person will be fine."

"I'm not worried about that." Fufente murmured, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Don't go out for the next few days. I'll arrange for someone to take you to learn some common sense here."

"understood."

Her mind was now filled with guesses about who the woman was who was drinking with Qingge. She couldn't listen to a word they said and just responded to whatever the other person said.

When we got into the elevator with only two people left, the small space made people feel even more anxious.

Especially the smell of alcohol that hit her face, which made her unable to hold her breath anymore after enduring it again and again.

"Can I ask a question?" Such a question appeared in the silent air.

"Ok?"

It seemed that Fufente had calmed down, and perhaps realized the irrationality of what she had experienced not long ago.

Fufente is a sensitive child, so I have to talk to her carefully and not scare her.

"Well, you ask."

"Qingge, were you drinking before you came here?"

"?" What's the question?

Bai Qingge raised his arm and sniffed the clothes. Was it smelling strongly of alcohol?

He just sent the person away and then he started drinking some wine to celebrate. Doesn't it seem like he was trying to drive people away?

As far as God is concerned, she just wanted to relax.

"I've been having some insomnia lately so I had a few drinks. I was planning on taking a nap after drinking them." She explained the details because she was afraid Fufente might misunderstand.

"Eh?"

Insomnia, lunch break?

Qingge doesn't like having strangers around her when she sleeps. Usually, she and Ruiren are the ones who wake her up, and even the maids are not allowed to approach.

"You were drinking alone!"

"Uh, yes." Didn't she just drink a little bit of wine? Was there any need for such a big reaction?

Do I really smell so bad?

Before Fufente could feel relieved for long, she suddenly became alert again.

If there is a first time, there will be a second time, a third time...

It's impossible for Qingge to be alone every time.

It was painful, as if my heart was being gripped by a huge hand.

"Hmm..."

Fufente, who was following Bai Qingge closely, raised her head because of the obstacle in front of her.

"Do you want to clean your body too?" Feeling the impact on his back, Bai Qingge turned around.

Then he changed his tone, "No, you have to wash it thoroughly." After that, you have to go for a full body check-up.

Fufente was pulled into the bathroom with stiff hands and feet. In the misty bathroom, Fufente looked at Bai Qingge who was changing clothes with a tight throat.

What, what's going on?

She had seen this scene at least a thousand times, if not a hundred times, but why was she so nervous now?

In the foggy room, Fufente felt as if she was a little dehydrated.

She used to be able to face it calmly, but now she couldn't help but turn her eyes away from the body that made her mouth dry and tongue dry.

It’s all that clerk’s fault. Now I can’t even look at Qingge’s body.

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"Are all the people here like this?"

When the bartender said that one person couldn't perform, she summoned the bartender's 'mirror' to assist him.

The bartender was a little afraid when he saw Fufente use this method.

The power of intuition always makes it easier for people to recognize their own weakness.

The bartender no longer dared to play any tricks and answered Fufente's questions while performing.

“Almost no one who comes to us refuses this service.

"Some of them are unhappy at work and come here to seek spiritual comfort.

"And some come here specifically to satisfy their own desires, like this."

The bartender discovered that the man in front of him not only looked exactly like him, but also had the same skills and craftsmanship in all aspects. He even knew what the man was thinking clearly.

It’s easy to find the emotional point that allows the other person to vent.

Although the bartender was picky about taste, he was also a seasoned man and soon recovered.

"Many female customers like my service very much, and some even proposed to me.

"Oh, that's really embarrassing."

"So, you're really not ready to experience it? I'll be gentle."

Since I can't lie, I can only be sincere. Anyway, I won't lose out no matter what.

Although the bartender's performance was eye-catching, she cared more about something else.

"Proposal?"

"But, aren't you all women?"

She had heard stories about women comforting each other before, but even among the world-traveling bards, few could tell such stories, and most of them were private gossips among the nobles.

Because this goes against the rules and regulations of the world and will not be recognized.

I must have misunderstood. This clerk also serves men, so the person who proposed to her must be a man, right?

The bartender looked at Fufente with a puzzled look, "What's the problem?"

no!

"Is it okay? How can it be possible for a woman to be with another woman?"

Even the union of different bloodlines would be despised, and the offspring born would be given a contemptuous name, "mixed-blood bastards".

This title was deeply rooted in her bones. Even though she had become a god, she still considered it a shame.

The bartender wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth as if he was looking at an antique.

No way, which clan's daughter has been released?

In today's developed Internet society, only those families that follow tradition can cultivate such offspring.

The children raised in this way are generally used for marriage alliances.

The bartender boldly scanned Fufente with his artificial eye.

He is actually a pure person. Haha, interesting.

Pure people these days are much rarer than antiques.

The bartender also felt a desire to destroy. As a person at the bottom of society, it must be a very refreshing thing to paint a black mark on the work of the big shots who were so high up that they couldn't even see it.

Maybe his deeds will spread throughout Los Angeles and become a legend.

Death is scary, but she only feels happy when she dies like this.

"Why isn't it possible?"

"It goes against the laws of the world, the rules of the species, the laws of nature."

If I could completely destroy this rigid appearance, it would be the most boastful thing in my life, and I would no longer be looked down upon by those people.