On the bed inside the room, after removing her clothes, Chu Huaixu's gaze was fixed on the red string tied around Han Shuangjiang's waist.
At this moment, Han Shuangjiang's face was already tinged with two shades of red, feeling her cheeks burning hot.
The small embedded red bean was already standing tall, the pinkishness still carrying the moist sheen left by Chu Huaixu.
However, upon feeling his gaze, Han Shuangjiang only felt the red string tied around her waist as if it caught fire.
It was so hot, so hot, it seemed to leave a deep imprint not just on her body, but even deep within her soul!
—That was her unbearable past.
For a woman from the Hongxiu Restaurant, a red string tied around the waist represents her last dignity, indicating she is not entirely bare.
Be it self-deception or building a monument despite being a prostitute.
This indeed was a tradition popular in many brothels.
