212 She was Going to Sell Herself (1/2)

What could a woman do to earn easy money?

Other than using her body, what ways were there?

She turned her head away mournfully. Her face, with her daughter's features, felt dirty at the thought of it.

…

A young woman was leaning against a recliner under the neon lights. There was a soft and white fur shawl, a high-end handmade carpet, and blooming roses. At the moment, she raised her eyelids slightly charmingly. Whether she was raising her hand or lifting her head up, her actions were filled with an irresistible maturity and story.

”Have you thought about it?” Laziness filled the woman's voice as her red lips parted. She looked at her fingers and finally sat straight. The shawl slipped to her waist, showing a huge chunk of her fair and tender bosom. It felt sexy—not cheap—and so graceful that she could take one's breath away. With her lovely eyes squinting and her right hand on her cheek, she studied the young woman who was standing before her. There was no reply from her; neither did she leave.

Her face could be considered beautiful although the complexion was a bit poor. Her features were indeed quite pretty, even gorgeous. She had big eyes, a good nose, and a slender chin. Her body was slightly on the thin side, but one could see the curves. This place was lacking a woman like her, one who was untouched by the nightlife.

Soon, however, she would find herself immersed in it.

The smell and its filth.

”What is your name?” The woman stood with her long legs that were vaguely visible.

”Xia Ruoxin.” A soft voice spoke, seemingly filled with faint despair.

The charming woman tossed her hair. ”People who come here have their own stories. Few came willingly. The moment you have decided, you should know this. Everything that was yours will no longer belong to you. They will be mine.”