For Li Xin, who is well-behaved, life is like a solid tempered glass fish tank. The outside world is colorful and full of temptations. But she was like an ornamental goldfish, swimming around in a fixed area, and her life was monotonous and boring.
She is a beautiful girl recognized by everyone, her delicate face is like Aphrodite born from the foam in the sea. It can be said to be beautiful, or it can be said to be a target for rising male hormones. Mo Xixi told Li Xin more than once that if he were a man, he would definitely want to date her. Li Xin was drinking wine, and the men who were waiting for her in the nightclub had already listed her as a target.
Although there is no powder applied and the clothes are ordinary, it is natural, pure and sweet
"What's wrong, beauty, where is your boyfriend?"
The first person to strike up a conversation was a tall and thin man with a crew cut, smoking a cigarette, with a somewhat lewd look in his eyes.
Li Xin didn't even raise her head, as if she hadn't heard what he said. She was still sitting at the bar, drinking in pain and difficulty but without hesitation.
"Li Xin, I'm in love with him, Huang Xiyang, the resident singer at Qiyou Bar, please tell me that my choice is right this time..."
Mo Xixi's extremely excited voice echoed in her mind, like a thin needle piercing her heart. And repeatedly plunged into it
This is a great black humor, which is very painful for her
"People are just skins, desire is the eternal essence, believe me, I will make you complete, don't doubt it. Not at all"
(To be continued...)
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