Four hundred yuan, the price Ye San sold himself for

  A night of confusion, ambiguous passion.

  Cheng Anya woke up in the morning with a sore body and cursed Ye Chen thousands of times in her heart.

  "My goodness, this man is simply a beast, a beast!"

  She was covered in bruises and hickeys all over her body, with finger marks and kiss marks. Cheng Anya deliberately ignored the scratches on Ye Chen's back, which had been clawed out by him, and cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations.

  Her small body was tightly locked in his arms, and Cheng Anya used all her strength to get out of it. As the sky was about to brighten up, she hastily put on her clothes, wincing at the pain in her lower body. Cheng Anya couldn't help but curse Ye Chen a few more times. After finally getting dressed, Cheng Anya patted her pocket and found that she only had 100 yuan left.

  One hundred yuan can buy 10 million hell notes, isn't that enough?

  Never mind, he is the one who eats and wipes his mouth clean, while she suffers losses and doesn't have enough to pay him back.

  She spent 100 yuan and was heartbroken, buying pain with her money, she had water in her brain.

  In Cheng An Ya's calculation, Ye San Shao didn't have 100 yuan, it was really cheap enough, I guess Ye San Shao knew he would vomit blood, o(╯□╰)o.

  With that thought, Cheng Anya felt at ease and put the money on the table. She also kindly tore off a white paper, wrote a few words: "You beast, this is your selling body money, goodbye!!"

  Cheng An Ya slipped out of the room quietly and ran away!

  Go home and settle accounts with Lin Li, dare to give her medicine, don't want to live anymore!

  In case he really asks her for 10 million, selling 100 of them wouldn't even be worth that price.

  Ye San Shao woke up to find the sky already lit, and comfortably hugged his pillow, paused for a moment, feeling something was off. He suddenly opened his eyes to find himself alone in the room. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his enchanting features were instantly tinged with a dangerous color, looking languid yet deadly in the morning light.

  Damn girl.

  She actually managed to escape?

  Run away, no one has ever escaped Ye Chen's palm, this bad girl, tastes pretty good.

  He was slightly moved, Ye San Shao is now a typical gourmet.

  His eyes caught sight of the 100 yuan note on the table, its pink color very eye-catching. A bad premonition arose, and Ye Chen's eyes twitched violently at the corners - hopefully it wasn't what he thought it was.

  It's clear that he underestimated Cheng Anya's demonic nature.

  When he saw that line of elegant characters on the white paper, Ye Chen's eyes sank and his whole body emitted a fierce and murderous aura like Yan Luo.

  Beast?

  One hundred yuan?

  Body price?

  Good, very good!

  He crumpled up the paper in his hand and Ye San Shao twisted into a smile.