Zhou Xiaomo thought, instead of standing at the door and being teased by a few rascals, attracting more and more curious people to watch the fun and the danger of being recognized, it is better to go to the brothel before talking about it.

Anyway, you have to go in early and late. If you can’t get the certificate, you don’t have the authority to buy some items in the supermarket.

"Amitabha!" Zhou Xiaomo said with his hands folded, "The little monk doesn't drink tea, just have white water."

He was stolen from the certificate last night by the girl named Xiaorou, and only then did he realize that the girl in the brothel and the girl in the Chunfeng Dulou was different in style.

This is normal. Although brothels sell meat, laughter, singing and talent, each brothel strives to ensure its own characteristics and attract customers with different tastes and needs.

A leaf knows autumn. Last night, the quirky Xiaorou just casually sucked into his arms and took away the certificate from his arms.

This method of stealing is not learned overnight. This also shows that this brothel has taught girls this skill.

As the saying goes, women in brothels are so lewd and mean, men who visit brothels are also so mean. Some men like women to be slutty and act coquettishly into their arms, and would rather be paid out in their arms.

When the little monk said that there would be white water if he didn't drink tea, Xiaomei was immediately overjoyed and knew that the little monk was willing to sit in his boudoir. She looked at the little monk with red lips and white teeth, her face was as moist as jade, and her long body stood up, and she couldn't help but feel her heart rippling. She thought that this was a gift from the Buddha. When I was young, I would show my charming skills later. Seeing that you, the little monk, still obedient, call me a good sister.

Thinking of this, Xiaomei stretched out her soft little hand and tightly grabbed the monk's robe, as if she was afraid that he would run away: "Master, please come with me. There is cold boiled water in my room."

Zhou Xiaomo lowered his eyes and lowered his head: "Thank you, the female donor! I have to work hard to find Miss Xiaorou for the monk."

While agreeing, Xiaomei thought that when she entered my girl's room, she would have to go to my bed. When she got into my bed, she would have let you die of drunkenness in my gentle homeland, so that you would never remember who Xiaorou was again.

The thin man with a naked upper body as thin as ribs saw that the little monk was about to enter the brothel, and he saw that the fun was about to be cold, so he quickly shouted: "Hi, hey! Don't leave, little monk! Don't go in. If you go in, it would be like a sea of ​​water when you enter the brothel. When you go back to the temple in half a month, you may not even recognize you."

Another vulgar slutty man raised his voice: "That's it! Master, you must never go in. Have you heard the monk say that this color is like a bone-scraping knife. If you leave with this girl, keep it from being thinner than him, and the dog will not recognize you." The vulgar slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slutty slut

Seeing that the little monk was about to enter the brothel gate, the naked man knew that the little monk would not stop because of his few people, so he smiled obscenely: "Little monk, wait a moment, you are a bald monk to drink water, and you don't vomit too much water...ah...hahahaha..."

Several scoundrels burst into laughter together.

Zhou Xiaomo shook his head, Damn, this sentence "Drinking water is not as good as vomiting water", the graffiti and dirty words that can be seen everywhere on toilet telephone poles in modern society actually became popular in the Tang Dynasty.

As soon as he entered [The Bedroom Full of Spring], Zhou Xiaomo suddenly felt his eyes lit up. The layout of this brothel is different from that of other houses.

The lobby is decorated very erotic.

There were dozens of pictures of the hot-hearted bathing girl hanging on the walls around them. Several exposed-dressed girls were shuttled among dozens of clients. Zhou Xiaomo, who was shaking white legs, white arms, white and soft arms, was also a little dizzy.

The young women in the bathing women hanging on the wall have different expressions and movements. They are all flirting with each other, covered with two fig leafs. The expressions on their faces are either charming, tempting, ambiguous, or full of energy. They interpret the word "beauty" in the world to the limit.

The lobby was extremely cool. After some guests were satisfied, they sat on the bed and took a nap, drank tea and had some snacks, and flirted with the girl who had just passed by the rain. It was so pleasant and happy;

The newly arrived guests either wait for their old love or choose these attractive portraits of spring hanging in the main hall.

If you have a crush on the girl in the painting, and see that the "Yu Shui Huan" sign under the portrait has not been picked, the guest can take off the sign and follow the pussy's paws to the girl in the painting's boudoir.

As soon as Zhou Xiaomo entered the lobby, he attracted an uproar from everyone.

It's really a big deal - the little monk begged to the brothel.

The guests were confused and laughed again.

Several girls even stared at the little monk, and their jealousy for the little eyebrows was hidden deep in their eyes.

Zhou Xiaomo has long been accustomed to the anecdotes in the brothel, but he can't be calm and decent, so he is considered a slutty monk who often visits the girl's fragrance.

Therefore, he still pretended to be a young monk, his eyes were flustered, looking for Xiaorou's figure in the crowd.

The more youthful the eyes and cute expressions are, the more they are loved by girls who have experienced a lot.

"Amitabha!" Zhou Xiaomo tried to lower his head as much as possible to avoid being recognized. After seeing that there was no Xiaomei in the lobby, he said to Xiaomei, "Please call me Miss Xiaorou for me."

"Little Master!" Xiaomei grabbed the little monk's clothes and said in a coquettish voice, "You go to my boudoir to sit first, I will blow cold water to feed you, and then find someone for you."

Before Zhou Xiaomo could speak, a strong man with red arms shouted, "Hey, I said, little monk, is your old love Miss Xiaorou?"

Zhou Xiaomo lowered his eyes and said, "Amitabha! The donor was joking. How could the monk have a good appearance? The little monk Huifan, who was picked up by Miss Xiaorou yesterday, came to get it back today."

"Little monk, you're a little dishonest!" The strong man was just idle, putting one arm around the girl in his arms, shaking a folding fan in the other hand, showing off in an inappropriate manner, "If you don't often visit brothels, how could the certificate fall into the bed full of spring?"

Another fat man with a look of satisfaction and fatigue smiled and said, "I said, "Little Monk, did your certificate fall on Miss Xiaorou's bed or fell into her arms?"

"Amitabha!" Zhou Xiaomo knew that it was a waste of talk with these guys. There were endless slutty and lewd tone in their mouths.

Suddenly, a familiar smell of stinky sweat wafted over with the smell of inferior fragrance powder. Then, a short and fat woman dressed like a cloud of red clothes, twisted her waist, appeared at the door of a room next to the lobby, saying, "Who is looking for our Xiaorou?" and walked over with small steps.
Chapter completed!