In the previous life, she was murdered for money by the people closest to her. In her rebirth, she wanted to make the blood of the dogs and men pay for it. But, a certain golden thigh stretched out, should I hug it or not? Seventh Young Master, hug your thigh! Someone glanced at her legs, um, they look good. The next day, she yawned and lamented that there was a price to be paid for hugging her thighs.