Chapter 61: The Passion for Cutting Sleeves

Bean curd, meat buns, nightgowns...

Gu Changsheng's understanding of ancient women suddenly ascended to an unprecedented height.

Where is the restraint? The integrity? The lower limit?

Under the successive shocks, Gu Changsheng felt she could now endure an even greater blow.

Fan Lihua shyly smiled, then pretentiously fished out a longsword from beneath her skirt hem, "People say, 'A precious sword is a gift to a hero,' this humble woman has forged a sword to present as a gift."

Gu Changsheng looked at her lifted skirt, then at the longsword in her hand, and was suddenly speechless.

The places where ancients hid their weapons were truly unique, and she dared not compliment them!