Twenty-eight, Rendezvous at the Inn (3)
But in an instant, I started to feel heartache.
She's just a prostitute, no matter how beautiful her appearance is or how perfect her figure is. She's not a goddess, nor a princess. Those elegant manners and refinement are merely tools to capture men, not genuine expressions from the bottom of her heart.
She is no different from those street girls.
Her gentleness is fake, her charm is fake, her joy is fake, and even her anger is fake. All of this is built on a bare and naked flesh trade. Only the transaction itself is real.
She got the money she wanted, and what about me?
What else can I get from her?
What else can she give me?
Sexually satisfied?
Then in her eyes, what's the difference between me and other clients?
Maybe in her eyes, I am no different from other men, other clients.
It's just that I myself don't know, so I won't think about it anymore.
Thinking of this, I felt melancholy again.
Yes, soon, Ouyang Xiaoxiao will forget me. Yes, maybe she never wanted to remember me, the only thing she can remember is money.
I thought of that little boy in "The Legend of Beautiful Sicily" again.
Suddenly, I seem to have understood a problem. If a man can't give a woman a sense of security, then only money can give her enough sense of security.
Money is more reliable than men.
Perhaps this is what Ou Yang Xiao Xiao recognizes, she disdains love, love is too fake, or the money in her hand is more realistic.
So, why is love so fake?
Because I no longer believe in love.
Why don't you believe in love anymore?
Because, because...
"Admiring Virtue"
Behind me, someone suddenly called out to me.
I was stunned for a moment, turned around, and only then did I discover that Ou Yang Xiao Xiao behind me was drenched from head to toe.
"What are you thinking about? You look so focused," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao, wiping her wet hair with a towel while turning to talk to me.
"How did you finish washing up so quickly?" I was a bit surprised, it seemed like she had just turned her head and finished bathing.
"Huh, you don't think I didn't wash cleanly, do you? This morning, in the dormitory, I even took another cold shower." Ouyang Xiaoxiao said with a hint of reproach.
I smiled apologetically, "No, it's just that I thought you'd finished washing as soon as I turned around."
"Hmm, should I help you take off your clothes later?" Ouyang Xiao asked very seriously.
"Take off your clothes? What for?" I almost blurted out.
Ouyang Xiao Xiao was stunned for a moment, "Go to bed."
"Oh," I finally realized.
Ouyang Xiaoxiao looked at me with an inexplicable expression, and I smiled awkwardly, "Uh, do we have to go to bed when we're staying overnight?"
Ouyang Xiaoxiao nodded, she didn't understand what I meant.
"I mean, can't we just stay overnight without going to bed?" I didn't know how to express myself anymore.
"Hmm, theoretically speaking, it's possible, but, it seems like when you're staying overnight, nobody doesn't go to bed, right?" Ouyang Xiao Xiao looked at me with an inquiring gaze.
"Oh, then let's just forget about going to bed," I said with a smile.
"Hmm, let me ask you a question," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao with a smile.
"What's wrong?" This time, it was my turn to be puzzled.
"How many times a week do you and your girlfriend...?" Ouyang Xiao smiled ambiguously.
"This, um, about ten or so times," I said with some embarrassment, avoiding Ouyang Xiaoxiao's gaze.
"Was it her who took the initiative or was it you?" Ouyang Xiaoxiao continued to ask relentlessly.
"It's usually me, occasionally it's her," I felt a bit embarrassed under Ouyang Xiaoxiao's scorching gaze.
"So you have a strong libido," Ouyang Xiao smiled mischievously at me, "I thought there was something wrong with that part of yours."
I felt like I had swallowed a dead fly, and my face was a bit unbearable.
"So now, how do you feel about me?" Ouyang Xiao's smile was enchanting, her slender fingers slid from the inside of her thigh.
I shook my head.
"Didn't you feel anything?" Ouyang Xiao Xiao was extremely surprised.
