In the red silk tent, the woman opened her eyes blankly.

Under his neck is a sharp sword.

The man with the sword stared at her with a cold expression: "Tell me who your master is, and I'll give you a good time!" ”

The woman sat up slowly against the blade of the sword, moving her lips, but unable to speak.

There was chaos in my mind.

- Who is the master? Who is herself?

Why did this man, who was as disheveled as her, point a sword at her?

Could it be that we didn't get along well last night?

All perceptions and reactions are violently sluggish. She couldn't figure it out, so she frowned slightly, and looked down to check the ambiguous marks on her shoulders and chest.

The man, visibly enraged by her reaction, slammed his sword forward.

"Don't—" There was a scream outside, and the door was slammed open.

It was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with a double beard who broke in, and when she entered the door, she knelt on the ground with a "bang", and cried: "Master, our girl didn't mean to bump into your ......"

The man looked at his hand holding the sword and did not look back: "Who are you?" ”

The little girl raised her head and wiped her tears anxiously: "I am the girl's girl Lan'er - master, our girl is new, her body is weak, and her mother has not had time to teach her the rules, if you do something wrong, you can spare her!" ”

"Here, is it a green building?" The man withdrew his hand and took the sword back, but it was not sheathed.

Lan'er nodded again and again and raised her voice: "Yes, this is Zuichun Building!" Our girl hasn't served a guest yet, and you were drunk and stumbled here last night......"

The man frowned slightly, and paused for a moment before ordering coldly: "Go find your master to come over." ”

The little girl hurriedly agreed to exit the door, and ran away in a gust of wind.

The door was carried by the wind, and it closed with a "clang".

The woman shuddered, and looked up to meet the man's inquiring gaze.

"I ......" she tentatively opened her mouth, but her throat still couldn't make a sound.

The man suddenly reached out and pinched her chin: "You, what's your name?" ”

She thought seriously for a long time, but finally shook her head gloomily, avoiding his gaze.

The sword suddenly came to her neck again, and slowly pressed down.

She hurriedly shrank back, but the blade followed her little by little, never half an inch below her neck.

Finally, she fell back into bed in embarrassment, and there was no way back. It only took a little more to send the blade forward to take her life.

The man looked at her, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, but there was a clear hatred in his eyes.

She thought that she would not escape death after all, but the man's thin lips opened lightly, and he actually made a very gentle voice: "From today on, your name is 'Qing'er'." ”

When she first heard the word "Qing'er", there was a "boom" in her mind, as if a thunderbolt had rolled over.

But when I thought about it again, my mind was still blank, and I couldn't remember anything.

"From today on, my name is Qing'er......" She moved her lips and repeated this sentence silently, and some emotions gradually appeared in her heart, sour and bitter.

At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came from outside the door.

The man frowned slightly, and casually picked up the quilt and covered her underneath.

Her vision was suddenly cut off, and there was only darkness left in front of her, and her heart became even more uncomfortable.

She instinctively hated the darkness, and she hated this situation of being at the mercy of others.

But at this moment, she was under the low eaves, she could only calm down and pretend to be safe, secretly peeling off the corners of the quilt little by little, revealing her eyes and looking out.