"Why is this?"

"Most of my Mongolian men are strong and strong. Of course, you are not thin, but you are tall and strong, and you have a handsome face. Ordinary people will move when they see me, but you have always remained reserved and never looked at me.

Take a look at me, if such a person is not a shepherd in a remote area who has never entered a city."

"He is a noble person"

"I'm just a businessman"

"You are not like all the businessmen who come to Kungel, regardless of their age, who are all glib and sycophantic. But you came with Rasim. Although Rasim is from Bukhara, he is from Kungel."

The richest man, he is also married to the daughter of the current Atarek, and he is also in charge of salt sales in the entire oasis area."

"For such a person, he is respectful when he meets you. It is obvious that you are a noble person from a big tribe."

"Alas"

Hearing this, Kitard had no choice but to sit up wrapped in a white bath towel.

He wrapped the bath towel around his waist, exposing his upper body and thighs, and stared at the woman blankly.

The woman was not afraid at all and looked at him. After a while, she said: "Although you look only 18 or 19 years old, your eyes look like someone who is 34 years old. This is the first time I have seen such a situation."

To..."

"Really?", Kitard looked away from her.

An idea vaguely emerged in his mind.
Chapter completed!