Sometimes, Shang Qinghua wondered whether removing that makeup would reveal a truly stunning face.
In his heart, appearance had never been the most important thing.
So even though he knew Yue Mingxuan was hiding something, he had never exposed it.
After a long moment, the redness on Yue Mingxuan's face finally faded.
Feeling awkward, he walked up to Shang Qinghua and gathered his courage. "Prince Shang, I will repay the money I owe you. But I really cannot serve you like that. Or… I can pay to send you to a brothel instead?"
Hearing this, Shang Qinghua nearly fell off the bed.
What kind of nonsense was going on in this man's head?
He had only spoken casually and Yue Mingxuan had already imagined all that.
Still… thinking about it carefully, that idea did not sound too bad.
As that thought passed through his mind, a certain part of him stirred.
He cleared his throat and said, "What are you thinking? What I meant is for you to give me a massage."
