Xia Siyu was no ignoramus. Having read books for several days, she gradually understood the clichés in ancient literature. With a sorrowful expression, she said, "If not for the cruel stepmother of mine, who sold me for a few pieces of silver to the landlord. Seeing that I was youthful and beautiful, he tried to force himself on me without success, and his wife wanted to sell me to the brothel. I had no choice but to sneak out when they were unguarded, hoping the young master would take me in. I dare not offer myself to share your bed."
Bo Yan was stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected Xia Siyu to catch on so quickly, let alone weave such a scenario. Were they roleplaying?