Chapter 4: I'm only worth that little money, you look at it and give it to me 2
Of course, there is another important reason. The word "you" not only satisfies the man's vanity, but also has a sense of abstinence. The ambiguity in it is self-evident.
Looking at Ruoxi's appearance, the man frowned slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more obvious.
"Oh? Are you also poisonous?" He put his arm around my shoulders in a puzzled manner, his eyes gradually deepening.
Ruoxi smiled, raised her eyes, and saw the enchantment in his eyes: "Want to give it a try? It might be fatal?"
The red lips were slightly hooked, and Ye Ruoxi's eyes were full of lust and ambiguity. Under the dim light, the taste of luxury could not help but be revealed. The man and woman both fell down on the big bed, and there was one more person in the world of materialistic desires.
The soul that surrenders to the name of the wisteria flower.
This world is like this, there are many things that are beyond our control, such as peeing and farting, and those loves that have been passed down for thousands of years. Of course, there are also orgasms.
That's the job of a prostitute.
Go to bed with someone and don't care if they are sincere or not.
Being happy with others. Love does not care whether you are happy or not.
Money is really a good thing. With it, we can create a climax even if there is no climax.
On a lustful night, the light shone from the window, I walked out of his arms, and he was snoring like thunder.
She knew that he was exhausted from last night's indulgence.
Gently stroking her long, disheveled hair, Ruoxi entered the bathroom naked.
The mirror in this room is very well designed.
Clean and bright, it can illuminate almost every part of the human body.
Through this mirror, you can see your true self.
From hair to heels, every blood vessel, every inch of skin.
But when you look at it, you will find it very annoying.
Because even laughing is so disgusting.
She turned on the shower and lowered the water temperature to the lowest setting. The running water rushed down and caressed her hickey-stained body.
The feeling of clean water running through it is very comfortable, as if the whole body has been washed clean
The lingering aroma, alcohol smell, dirt, and even the filthiness of the soul are washed away without leaving any trace.
It was only at that time that Ye Ruoxi truly felt that I was clean, and that her soul was pure and transparent, just like the Antarctic covered with white ice that has not melted for thousands of years, flawless and transparent.
This world is not big or small, but for her, all that is left is the four walls of the erotic palace, with used condoms everywhere. But in fact, she should be lucky that she still has a place that can accommodate her.
A place to cry, a space of your own.
Ruoxi didn't know how long her habit of bathing with cold water lasted, but this was the happiest time of her day. She could abandon those gorgeous and complicated makeup, those expensive and luxurious perfumes, and those posing movements. She could be quiet.
Enjoy the bright sunshine outside the window and know that this little thing that may seem insignificant to others may mean everything to her.
The bell rang, with a rich and pure melody slowly echoing around.
Of course, it was impossible to hear it in this room full of fragrant scent. It was she who recorded the bell that could purify the body and mind, and it would ring slowly every time at six o'clock.
Because she is dirty, she needs this kind of spiritual purification. Listening to the long and heavy music, she will feel that her body and mind are slowly being washed.
Haha, but even if you can deceive others, can you deceive yourself?