Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 142

The shameless man had two large boxes of paintings of beautiful women. I flipped through the scrolls from front to back, asking, "Why aren't there any men?" I wanted men.

From then on, a not-so-secret secret was added to the court: I had homosexual tendencies, and when giving gifts, I had to cater to their preferences.

The more handsome men, the better.

Even if I'm not fortunate enough to enjoy it, I'll still see it until I'm old... Haha! Haha!

"What are you laughing at?" Was I laughing? He touched my chin; it was smooth. "Why aren't you leaving yet?" You're just staying at my house hoping to freeload!

"We'll be leaving in a bit."

"Chou Qian, you've been saying that for three days straight!"

"Yeah?"

"Yes, go back quickly." Your forest is going to become a rainforest.

"In a moment."

here we go again.

[Text: Chapter Seventy-Four]

"Isn't the imperial court busy?"

"busy."

"Go get busy."

"In a moment."

"Suit yourself." I placed two pictures of beautiful women in front of him: "Pretty, aren't they?"

"good."

Having seen abalone so often, I look down on seaweed. "How about I give you one?" I'm very generous; I don't mind if you cheat on me, as long as you don't keep an eye on me every day. I'd be happy to help you take a few concubines.

"No need." Chou Qian spoke slowly and deliberately, sitting there seemingly studying something.

"Chouqian." This won't do; I need to coax him away.

"What's up?"

"Aren't you going to worry about Fujiki's affairs?"

"Su Technology is here."

The primary productive force has gone there. "With war raging on the border, aren't you going to stockpile something?" For example, to profit from the war.

“There is Ouyang Fengrui.”

Wu Hui is here too, but hasn't returned yet. "Aren't you going to care about Xi Lingchi?"

"The Emperor has taken over."

"So you're very free?" How can you say that?

"busy."

"You're busy, why aren't you leaving?"

"In a moment."

My God! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! "You stay here, I'm going to admire the beautiful women."

"Go ahead." I had just turned around when Chou Qian suddenly called me over: "Which company sent you a picture of a handsome man?"

I was speechless. What's it to you?! All the married couples are divorced, I have nothing to do with you. "Lord Feng," you're the ugliest, so you're out.

"Okay. Go and go see."

I opened the three large chests of treasures, revealing nearly a thousand paintings of beautiful women, their smiles captivating and their gazes radiant. Beautiful! I laid out each painting, filling the entire bedroom. This is what it means to be a woman like a painting, the painting splendid, the woman charming, even in a humble dwelling. Absolutely stunning! The painting itself is intoxicating, even without the viewer's presence. Now I understand why wealthy men keep multiple mistresses—it's exhilarating!

I hung them up. I then toured my own "garden of beauties."

The more I look at it, the more beautiful it becomes; it makes me feel beautiful inside.

The more you look at it, the more it seems to float, and that's how it becomes.

The more I look, the more intoxicated I become; I laugh and say I'm drunk.

As I was spinning around for my own amusement for the third time, Chouqian suddenly hugged me from behind and said, "I should go now."

Really?! Hurry up, if you keep looking at your face, they'll all look like angels! "I'll take you."

His breath fell on my neck. "Okay."

I wanted to open the door for him, but Chouqian held me tightly and wouldn't budge: "Don't hold me anymore, I'll see you out."

"In a moment."

...I'm speechless...Whatever, I'll just ignore it.

I'll find a calligraphy brush and start doing the makeup on the beautiful woman in front of me. I'll shape her eyebrows into willow-leaf shapes, give her cherry-like lips, make her eyelashes longer, curlier, and thicker, and her cheeks a little redder. Her smile will be sweeter, and she'll look taller—but making her taller is tricky. Let me think… maybe a different hairstyle will make her look taller, maybe a fuller, more voluminous style…

After I finished drawing, he was still lying on my back.