Xia Shang was a little confused when he looked at the smooth jade hands in front of him. But the girl sitting opposite her was shy and pretty, her face was red, she was too shy to look at Xia Shang, all she could see was mist flashing in her bright eyes.
There seems to be a bit of timidity.
"Miss Miya, what do you mean by this?" Xia Shang really didn't understand, how could a normal conversation suddenly become ambiguous?
Miya was so shy that she stretched out her little hand to let Xia Shang see it more clearly. She put it weakly on the table, trembling slightly, and opened her red lips slightly and said again: "Young Master, please touch me.
Touch the little girl."
"Um?"
Miya said it twice, and Xia Shang subconsciously put his hand on the little hand in front of him. The cold and lubricating touch was wonderful. Xia Shang subconsciously wanted to hold on tight, otherwise the cold little hand was like a loach.
Shrank back.
Looking at Miya again, I found that the girl was shivering and huddled up.
This... this is too...
Xia Shang was a little surprised and stood up quickly: "Miss Miya, are you... am I being abrupt?"
Miya was trembling as she spoke, her little body shaking non-stop: "I...I...I'm still not used to it. But...but I still want to give it a try."
"Try? What to try?" Xia Shang looked confused.
Miya took a few breaths, straightened her face, tried hard to stay calm, and then put her little hands on the table: "Sir, you continue."
How could Xia Shang dare to touch her now? Or maybe there was something wrong with her. If she got sick and died, she couldn't bear the responsibility.
Seeing Xia Shang's hesitation, Miya frowned sadly, thought for a while, retracted her little hand, and fell into deep thought.
Xia Shang thought that his behavior had touched the girl's sadness, and he felt a little sad. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard Miya sigh.
"Don't blame me, sir. Before that, I should tell you a story about Miya." A touch of sadness appeared on Miya's face, adding a trace of pity to this charming woman, "Miya
Yaben is the daughter of a wealthy businessman. She has been taught to read since she was a child. She is well-dressed and well-educated. She should be well-educated and well-off, but she is sold into a brothel because of a femme fatale. The story of Miya is no different from that of other girls in a brothel. She was in a brothel.
She was bullied and tortured by all kinds of men. It was a dark time. During that time, Miya became very afraid of men and afraid of being touched by men. She couldn't stand the teasing of men and couldn't stand it.
The eyes of men, and rejecting women in brothels. It has been three years, and in these three years, no... no man has touched me."
Miya's story is very ordinary, but it seems that because of some past experiences, she has become afraid of contact with men, and she does not want her sisters to have contact with men.
Thinking of this, Xia Shang finally understood, but he was a little confused. Why at this moment, she took the initiative to ask him to touch her hand?
Miya continued: "Young Master's enlightenment prevented Miya from changing immediately, but it really gave Miya some reminders. In the past, Miya was too stubborn and thought that all men in the world were not beasts. But Young Master is different. Young Master is Miya.
The only man I have ever seen with clear eyes. So I think what the young master said makes sense. I just want my sisters to live well. Now it seems that the only way to run Yiju seriously is to follow the young master’s words.
.Actually, I understand that if you want your customers to be happy, you have to let them take advantage. So I have to get used to what it feels like to be touched by a man..."
"Is there such a thing?" Xia Shang was speechless, but suddenly he joked, "Then what were your feelings before?"
Miya didn't think it was a joke. Instead, she responded to the previous feeling seriously. Her pretty face was covered with beads of sweat, and she looked very cute. Thinking about it, Miya licked her middle finger lightly and said vaguely.
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"Hmm... it's a little hot... my heart is beating fast, I'm a little scared, and I'm a little flustered, but... maybe it's because, sir, it's not as painful as I thought. So, sir, you can try touching it again."
Although I don’t know the meaning of this, but with a pair of small white hands in front of me, how can I not take advantage of such a big advantage?
This time, Xia Shang was much gentler and gently placed his hand on the soft little hand.
The touch felt even more wonderful this time, and the delicate skin was a little more moist, but Xia Shang did not dare to move. The moment the two of them touched, Miya trembled obviously, and panic flashed in her eyes.
, but tried his best to remain calm and looked very nervous.
Miya's expression made Xia Shang stop thinking and asked worriedly: "Girl, are you okay?"
Miya breathed a sigh of relief, narrowed her eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly opened her eyes until her body stopped shaking, and then she opened her eyes and said: "Master, you can imitate the appearance of those guests...
Let’s try it on Miya. I’m afraid I’ll offend the guests if I encounter the same situation in the future.”
Xia Shang frowned and retracted his hand: "You don't have to be like this."
Miya was a little surprised: "Master, is it Miya's old age and beauty that makes him disgusted?"
"Of course not. It's just that you don't have to imitate other buildings. Yiju can be different. That's not a problem. It's just that sometimes you don't know how to deal with guests who don't follow the rules."
"..." Miya was silent, not quite understanding the meaning of her words.
Xia Shang was about to explain when he suddenly heard the sound of breaking porcelain coming from downstairs.
Miya and Xia Shang both frowned. They instinctively felt that something happened downstairs, so they immediately stood up, opened the door, and looked downstairs.
I just heard a man downstairs yelling arrogantly: "What a bastard! If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine! You come out to sell it and pretend to be aloof to me. I don't think you want to open this store!"
After saying that, the table in the hall was kicked over by someone, and a group of girls screamed in fright. However, among the girls gathered around, there was a girl wearing only a piece of shame, with all her white and tender skin exposed.
He shrank and shivered, looking frightened.
Xia Shang hurriedly went downstairs. Halfway through, he heard several girls weakly saying "I'm sorry" and the like.
Xia Shang had a sullen face, arrived at the scene first, lowered his head and muttered: "What happened?"
I heard a sharp male voice asking: "Who are you?"
"The boss here."
"So you are the boss here! That's easy to explain. Your girls are so disrespectful that my gang leader won't even touch her. How do you do business?"
Xia Shang looked back at the shivering girl in the middle, and saw that her face was full of tears, and she was shaking so much that she could not speak. But facing Xia Shang's eyes, she still tried her best to control her emotions, and choked out: "I
I, I... I was wrong. I still have some habits and have offended the guests. Please... please forgive me, sir." (To be continued)