Lady Devil - Chapter 216
14. Red Flag
Kretzman.
Poets and jesters must have existed in your bygone era as well. However, I had not realized. That blatant obscenity was their true talent. Those who sang of glorious splendor or imitated foolish servants with a semblance of nobility under the boot of noble knights and ignorant ladies, were completely different people before the lowly freemen. They were lewd in places where I was not present.
“Oh, my love!”
The fair-faced poet spoke of love so easily with an exalted voice. Receiving the wine poured by a woman with his impure lips, he extensively praised her benevolent nature and luscious breasts. The stocky jester alternately acted out a stallion and mare in heat. Ugly and heated, reveling and staggering, they seemed enveloped not by alcohol, but by love, lust, and spiritual corruption.
The freewoman teased by the poet glared. Clutching her skirt like the wind and acting as if she would turn away at any moment, she promptly sat on the poet’s lap, scratching his cheek while offering sweet flirtation. Some woman laughed heartily while repeatedly slapping the jester’s buttocks. On the squalid muddy street of the late-night market, they looked just like a group of blind people hopelessly enchanted by vulgar magic. And there…
I was absolutely beside myself.
“Ah…! What should be done about those unsightly sights!”
It was so funny.
“How can they be like that when they’re wearing even shabby human skins?”
It was too funny.
As I pointed at the group of jesters with my hand holding a wooden cup and cackled, the already sloshing wine spilled over, thoroughly wetting between my fingers. At the time, I didn’t mind the liquid that scattered and even soaked my sleeve as I laughed and my hand shook.
No, I hadn’t even realized. I just laughed until I was completely drained and leaned my whole body on my companion’s shoulder. That night, I was carelessly sitting on a barrel that encircled a corner of the market’s performance area. If someone had seen me then, would they have thought I was a maiden from a respectable family?
“Wait, let go of me! Just a moment!”
When I leaned on her, my companion who was laughing holding her stomach on the barrel next to me hastily pushed me away. However, I still remember that her brow, lit by the bonfire, was also stained with long laughter. Even at that moment when the barrel was tipping, she couldn’t stop laughing, just like me.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
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