Unable to satisfy his wife

"Get up, honey! Get up, honey!" A sweet, soft female voice woke me from my sleep. Out of habit, I rolled over and, still half-asleep, picked up the phone I'd carelessly tossed on the bedside table last night. Damn it, the phone ringing in the middle of the night—it's never good news.

Too lazy to open my eyes, I instinctively flipped open the phone: "Hello! Who is this?" The first part was purely out of habit; the second part was

the real purpose of the question. "Old Cuo, where are you having fun?" Through the flip-open receiver, Tan Huo's lazy yet seemingly blissful voice drifted over, so clear in the northern night at two in the morning. The C-network call quality was definitely different; I could almost hear Tan Huo's pounding heartbeat in the cold Shanghai night.

"Damn it," I cursed, feeling a pair of warm little hands slowly exploring my genitals. "Why do you have to bother me at 2 AM? I thought some major project had gone wrong and our communications had been down for hours."

Tan Huo chuckled and mocked, "Come on, with that crappy equipment your company uses, it's bound to malfunction someday. You're probably used to it by now."

That wasn't far from the truth. While I personally think the company's equipment isn't the best in the industry, it's still constantly being shipped all over the country. In my four years in the business, I've practically traveled all over China.

Our line of work is euphemistically called the IT industry, but it's really just the "getting kicked" industry—always ready to be kicked by the boss, kicked by the users. I've lost count of how many nights I've been dragged out of bed by my boss, catching the fastest trains and night flights to put out fires in all directions, only to be yelled at by those suckers. As the contractor, I can only meekly agree, always having to tuck my tail between my legs and act like a grandson.

The small hands beneath me caressed my sensitive areas for a moment, igniting a fire within me. One large hand then moved to the delicate nipple of the woman beside me, giving it a gentle pinch. The woman seemed to feel the pain, letting out a soft moan. The sound was incredibly alluring, reminding me of her joyful singing in bed last night.

"Hey, where did you find this beauty? Let Brother Tan say a few words to her!" This guy's ears were sharp; he'd even heard that soft noise on the other end of the phone.

"Don't be silly. If you're not afraid Fang Ning will skin you alive, your brother will find you ten or eight, to make you feel beautiful and satisfied to the fullest." Tan Huo let out a "Oh dear," followed by a woman's soft laughter, a familiar voice.

"Oh, Fang Ning's here too. Well, forget I mentioned it earlier." Hearing Fang Ning's voice, the image of a woman connected to her surfaced in my mind. I gently shook my head, as if trying to banish the lingering image.

"Hi, Chen Cuo, how are you?" Fang Ning's voice was as sweet as ever. One of the two beauties of the Foreign Languages Department back then, I wonder how she's blossomed now.

A wave of emotion welled up inside me, and I said, "Oh, Fang Ning, my sister, I've missed you so much!" Fang Ning giggled, and I could almost see her swaying gracefully.

"Your words are still so sweet, no wonder you can charm girls. Tell me, where is this girl from?" It's so true that women are only interested in men and other women; even an outstanding girl like Fang Ning is no exception.

"Hey, I miss you so much, and you only care about other girls, that's so disrespectful. I need a hug, that'll make me feel a little better." "Hehe, I don't mind, your good brother is going to chop you up!" Then, Tan Huo's exaggerated voice shouted, "Damn it, Chen Cuo, I'll chop you up!"

Hearing that familiar shout and laughter, a warm feeling welled up inside, as if I were back in my university days, vaguely seeing Tan Huo standing high on the upper bunk, left hand on his hip, right hand... Gao Yang, raising his voice, proclaimed, "Your Highness, come forward and examine this closely. It says—Qin Xianglian, she is thirty-two years old—suing the current imperial son-in-law—" I, however, shouted from below, "You little brat, get down here! Don't ruin my bed—"

Lost in memories of the past, Fang Ning's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Don't change the subject. Tell me quickly, where is this girl from?"

I glanced at the fiery female body beside me, but saw that she had her face obscured by her long, flowing hair, making it impossible for me to see her true features. I sighed inwardly; even in their line of work, there was dignity.

"No, nowhere, I just picked one randomly." As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the female body beside me twitch slightly, as if suppressing certain feelings.

"Hey, you're not that kind of person." Fang Ning, of course, didn't believe me. Although she had been immersed in society for several years, her life was all about beauty; how could she understand the mentality of those of us who had been away from home for so long?

"Oh, I'm not that kind of person, then who is?" I was still grateful for her trust. Although I had missed the chance to repay her with my body, I could still repay her with my heart.

"Who is that kind of person? Don't you know? Tan Huo, of course." Fang Ning's voice became even clearer, followed by Tan Huo's loud cry: "I'm wronged! I'm more wronged than Dou E!"

I smiled slightly to myself. Fang Ning had a good way of dealing with Tan Huo. Back when Tan Huo was pursuing Fang Ning, he always described to me how gentle and considerate she was to him. I was tired of hearing it. Later, I said, "If she were truly gentle and considerate, she would tolerate you taking a concubine," and Tan Huo never said another word. Today's scene finally proved what I said back then.

This also reminds me of the days when a few of us ran the school's BBS. Tan Huo was the deputy administrator and moderator of the Love section. On the newly created Love section's entry page, he left a famous saying that is still talked about in the W University love community: "In the struggle between male and female, if the male does not conquer the female, he will inevitably be conquered by the female."

Today, Tan Huo's words seem utterly nonsensical, but back then, he became famous overnight with just that one sentence, known throughout the entire school, and ultimately won the heart of his beloved. If those girls who idolized him back then knew that their hero was ultimately "conquered by the female," I wonder how heartbroken they would be.

After a moment of silence, Fang Ning, seeing that I didn't seem to be joking, cautiously asked, "Are you serious?" I softly hummed in agreement and said, "I'm currently on a business trip in City C, and there's a woman sleeping next to me. Is that true or false?"

Fang Ning was silent for a long time before sighing and saying, "Chen Cuo, don't be like that!" I chuckled and said, "What do you mean by 'like that'? Isn't this bad?"

Fang Ning said, "Don't laugh. This is indeed not good. I still prefer the you from back then." I scoffed, "You like the me from back then? Then why didn't you confess to me back then?"

"You—" Fang Ning hadn't expected my sudden retort and was speechless, I could almost see her angry expression.

Tan Huo's voice came through the phone: "Kid, don't bully my wife." "Go to hell! You two woke me up in the middle of the night, can't I get my revenge?" "Hehe, we're just doing our rounds."

I was about to say something sarcastic when I heard Fang Ning's serious voice: "Chen Cuo, listen to me." "Hey, sister, I'll heed your teachings." I sat up, leaned against the bed, found a pack of cigarettes I'd left on the bedside table yesterday, took one out, and just as I put it to my lips, I heard a "snap," and a flame appeared. It was the woman who hadn't moved an inch beside me who had lit my lighter.

"Thank you!" I said softly. "Thank you? What are you thanking me for? I haven't even said anything yet!" Fang Ning on the other end of the phone had clearly misunderstood. "What was that sound just now? It was so loud!"

I chuckled and said, "It's nothing, I'll just call the waiter to bring me a coffee, then I'll listen to Fang Meiren's lecture." "Stop talking nonsense." Fang Ning naturally didn't believe my nonsense, and knew that this kind of rambling was endless, so she quickly became serious and said, "Chen Cuo, aren't we friends?"

This was quite a leap, but anyone with a brain knows how to answer: "Of course, we're best friends."

She dated Tan Huo for four years in college, and I wrote love letters for Tan Huo for four years, most of which were given to her by Tan Huo—of course, a small portion disappeared. Tan Huo's official explanation to me was—I folded paper airplanes, wiped my pen in class, lost them while walking, etc.

One afternoon, I happened to see one of my masterpieces at the hands of a younger girl, and that morning Tan Huo's explanation to me was—I forgot to bring toilet paper and had to make do. Of course, only Tan Huo and I knew these things; Fang Ning didn't know before, doesn't know now, and never will.

Tan Huo was afraid I'd reveal his secret, so he resorted to torture, threats, and even bribery (he promised to introduce me to several beautiful women, but never did, even after I graduated from university). He was ruthless, almost to the point of murder.

Spending time with them, I even became familiar with Fang Ning, who kept clamoring to introduce me to girlfriends. That's how those stories in my heart came about, though I don't want to think about them anymore.

"Chen Cuo, thank you for considering me a friend." The sincerity in Fang Ning's voice moved me. "But as friends, I have some things I want to say to you."

I gently closed my eyes, exhaled a few smoke rings, then opened them again, watching them condense, take shape, and finally dissipate. Then I let out a long breath and said, "Go ahead."

Fang Ning was silent for a moment, then said, "Chen Cuo, have you forgotten Aqi?"

My heart ached, as if a healed wound had been reopened.

Suppressing my emotions, I said calmly, "Who is Aqi?" Fang Ning didn't speak. I took a few deep drags on my cigarette, tightened my grip on Bei Lei's right hand, and the woman beside me trembled again.

"Chen Cuo, suppressing yourself will only hurt you. Open your heart, and you'll have a better future." Fang Ning's words sounded as pale and powerless as a textbook to me. I chuckled, "Have you been watching too many romance movies? These words are only good for young kids experiencing their first love."

Fang Ning wasn't angry at all: "You know what I mean. You can't forget Aqi, so you degrade yourself, you just find any woman. But what good will that do? A night of pleasure might make you temporarily forget Aqi, but what about when you wake up in the morning? If Aqi has taken root in your heart, you can't cut her away with a knife."

Women are indeed natural orators. If Tan Huo had said these words to me, I probably would have scolded him to death. It's just a pity that Fang Ning is saying these words to me now; no one in the world is more suited to say them than her.

"Fang Ning, I'm very grateful to you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have met Aqi." Every time I mention Aqi's name, my heart trembles. Four years. Four years without seeing Aqi. In this industry where time flies, four years is definitely not a short period. What is she like now? Is the man she leans on as happy as I was back then?

"I almost wish you had never met," Fang Ning's soft voice drifted over. I smiled bitterly to myself. Back in the days when Tan Huo and I were the stars of the show, how could I not know Aqi, one of the two beauties of the Foreign Languages Department?

"If you hadn't met her, you might still be the same Chen Cuo you were before." Women always like to make meaningless assumptions, and worse, they often manage to move men, just like I am now.

I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray. Perhaps talking about love with women is a man's biggest mistake, because they are always faithful theorists and practitioners.

I sighed and said, "Fang Ning, let's not talk about Aqi anymore, okay? Especially not now." Fang Ning didn't speak, which I took as tacit agreement, and quickly asked, "How are you two doing now? Are you and Tan Huo doing alright?"

Without talking about love with a woman, Fang Ning lost her motivation and said wearily, "You should talk to Tan Huo about this." She then handed the phone to Tan Huo.

I wasn't so polite to Tan Huo: "You little brat, letting your wife lecture me in the middle of the night, that's really not fair. Watch out, or I'll expose you."

Tan Huo chuckled darkly, "Expose me? Too late, it's already a fait accompli, oh dear—" I didn't even need to look to know that this guy had fallen for Fang Ning's trap again.

After they quieted down, I continued, "How's it going? Things are going well, right?" A familiar "snap" came from the other end of the phone as Tan Huo lit a cigarette, his voice low and deep: "If things were going well, would I be calling you in the middle of the night?"

One thing I really admire about Fang Ning is her absolute tolerance of her boyfriend's smoking, unlike Aqi, who forced me to quit after we met.

"What's he smoking?" I mimicked Tan Huo's tone. Tan Huo is from Beijing, and he's always smoking. "Hehe, smell it." This guy's flirting with me.

I could actually smell a faint tobacco scent coming from the receiver: "Hey, Zhonghua, and it's soft-pack, damn!" Tan Huo exclaimed, "Your nose is amazing, it's incredibly sensitive."

"Hehe, your brother is a god, I've watched you smoke until you're old enough." "What do you mean by 'smoked until you're old enough'?" Fang Ning is from Tianjin, and he occasionally throws in a Tianjin accent. Back in the dorm, when I teased Tan Huo, I often mimicked Fang Ning's tone, "What are you doing?" Hearing her authentic Tianjin accent again now really made me nostalgic for those old days.

"Hehe, you don't even understand what 'growing up smoking' means. I mean, I watched him grow up smoking, from one yuan a pack, to two yuan a pack, and now to sixty yuan a pack. Ah, the years go by—" I sighed, though it was a joke, I was genuinely sentimental.

"Come on, stop with the fluff. Old Cuo, I have something to tell you." Tan Huo's leisurely tone left me somewhat unable to discern his true thoughts.

"Hey, what's up? Is some little one impatient to call me 'uncle'? Haha--"

This time, even Fang Ning wasn't letting me off the hook: "Chen Cuo, I'm going to chop you up--" But a man's magnanimity was on full display again at this moment. Tan Huo said, "Old Cuo, stop joking. I got fired--"

"What?" I was genuinely shocked. L Company, where Tan Huo worked, was once a global leader in the industry. I wouldn't say how well Tan Huo had done in his four years there, but I knew very well the background of a prominent figure at W. With Tan Huo's abilities, he was definitely no worse than anyone else. Although the entire industry is in a slump right now, and there were rumors of layoffs at L Company recently, what does this little rumor matter in the context of widespread layoffs in the industry?

"Why were you fired? You worked there for four years, damn it, in this industry, in this era, to stay at one company for four years is practically a miracle." I was a little angry. Perhaps it was because Tan Huo's experience was so similar to mine that I had a sense of déjà vu.

“It’s because I’m a long-time employee and get paid more than others that the boss wants to fire me. Damn it, this guy even said he’d save face for me and have me resign voluntarily.” Tan Huo’s voice was slow and low, but I couldn’t detect any sadness in it.

“So what are you going to do? Change companies?”

“Old Cuo, I don’t know how you feel, but I just feel that working in this industry is incredibly tiring. The boss puts you under pressure day and night, trying to squeeze every last drop of blood out of you. Sometimes I just want to sleep for ten days straight and never wake up again.”

Tiredness is a common feeling among people in this industry, but so what? You earn a much higher salary than others in other industries, so you have to put in more effort. I didn't say this to Tan Huo, because everyone understands this principle, and Tan Huo, having been in the industry for quite some time, certainly understands it more thoroughly than others.

"Old Cuo, are you still planning to continue? Have you thought about what to do in the future?" The future? Tan Huo's words struck a chord within me, and a question I had long dared not face was finally laid bare before me. In the IT industry, probably ninety percent of people don't know what to do in the future. Unfortunately, I am one of them.

I sighed, "I haven't thought about it, I don't know." Tan Huo probably already anticipated my answer: "I'm thinking about it too. To be honest, although the salary at Company L is considerable, I don't know why, but I've long lost the motivation to continue. Now, this is perfect, it's helped me make up my mind."

After a moment of silence, Tan Huo continued, "I don't want to go to other companies either. To be honest, several companies have been trying to poach me, and the salaries are decent, but I just don't want to go. Going there would just be working for someone else. I don't even want to stay at Company L, the industry leader, so what's the point of going anywhere else?"

I absolutely believed him. Once you've seen the ocean, you can't be satisfied with a river; many people have had this feeling. "That's because you've reached a mountaintop, but can't find a higher peak to climb. Losing your direction and not knowing your own coordinates, naturally you lack the motivation to move forward."

My lecture earned me Tan Huo's disdain: "Fine, fine, if you spent another two or three years in this industry, you'd definitely earn the title of the industry's top philosopher. It seems W University's environment is truly nurturing, producing another talent like you."

W University has a history of over a hundred years, making it one of the top universities in China. With this historical accumulation, a specific humanistic atmosphere naturally forms, and W University is renowned in China for its humanities programs, having produced many philosophers throughout its history.

Like most comprehensive universities in China, its humanities programs are exceptionally strong, while its engineering programs are only average. Because I admired W University's humanistic atmosphere but didn't want to specialize in humanities, I chose W University's engineering program.

Tan Huo, on the other hand, was different. In his words, he was tired of Beijing and wanted to escape the cage and have some fun. He inexplicably chose W University, inexplicably chose engineering, and inexplicably ended up sharing a bunk bed with me.

"So what are you planning to do?" I really couldn't think of any suggestions Tan Huo could come up with.

"Old Cuo, have you ever thought about being your own boss?" Tan Huo asked mysteriously. A thought flashed through my mind—did this guy have some ulterior motive?

"Yes, I dream about it. Being a boss is so cool! Owning your own office building, living in a villa, driving luxury cars, having mistresses, and having money and beautiful women rolling in."

"Damn it, stop daydreaming." Tan Huo expressed his indignation at my wishful thinking: "Seriously, have you ever thought about it?"

"Of course I have, but—" "But what?" Tan Huo was clearly getting excited. "But I don't have any money, haha." I seemed to hear Tan Huo sigh on the other end of the phone, then say, "I don't have any money either."

I was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, and Tan Huo also laughed loudly. We all know how important money is in this line of work. The deals handled by my company, X, and Tan Huo's company, L, are often in the millions or tens of millions, which are astronomical figures that are unattainable for us.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore, it's just a thought. When are you coming to Shanghai for a visit? I'll call Fatty and Lao San, and we brothers will discuss it properly." Fatty and Lao San were my college roommates, brothers who were inseparable from Tan Huo and me.

"Okay, cover my plane ticket." "Damn, you're really greedy, come on, I'll cover your round-trip ticket." I chuckled: "Okay, it's a deal, I'll take a vacation next week." Taking a vacation was just talk, I hadn't taken a vacation for two years in a row, and the boss wouldn't let me off so easily.

"Hey, hang up slowly, Tan Huo, give me a bit." I said blankly. "Are you out of your mind, making me sing Peking Opera in the middle of the night?" He's definitely my best buddy, gets it right away.

"Hehe, if it weren't for that mouth of yours, would Fang Meinu have even fallen for you back then?" To be honest, Tan Huo's Peking Opera singing is really good, not just amateurish. His rendition of "The Case of the Beauty Chaser" was a huge hit at the centennial celebration of the university.

Tan Huo cleared his throat and said, "Damn it, I'll let you hear it one more time." Of course, this wasn't Tan Huo being kind; the mischievous Fang Meinu must have whispered something in his ear, probably wanting to see what the effect of singing Peking Opera at two in the morning would be.

"The Prince--Madam--step forward to examine it closely, it says--Qin Xianglian, she is thirty-two years old--sues the current Prince--" "Lang ge lang ge ge lang--" I accompanied him through the microphone.

"Press that petition down on the grand hall—ha—ha—ha—" Damn, Tan Huo's singing is really good. Through the receiver, Tan Huo's high-pitched voice seemed to float in the sky above the city. This Peking Opera is truly a national treasure.

Before he could finish his "ha," I shouted, "Okay, hang up! Let me kiss my dear Fang beauty again, haha—"

Tan Huo had only finished half of his "haha" when he heard me and hurriedly said, "Hey, you little rascal—" Amid Fang Ning's scream, I hung up the phone. Looking at the call time displayed on the phone, forty-five minutes. Goodness, these two gave me a whole lesson. They know I don't need to worry about phone bills; the company reimburses me.

I sighed, turned on the bedside lamp, and the soft light, like a woman's hand, gently caressed my whole body, bringing a touch of warmth back to my heavy heart.

A slender hand emerged from under the covers, resting on the phone that had just finished a call. "Can I see your phone?"

This was the first thing the girl said to me besides "business." She was a little different from other girls in this profession. Other girls would never touch a customer's things without permission; it was their professional habit, just like my first words on the phone were always "Hello."

Perhaps it was because she hadn't been in this line of work for long, I told myself, nodded, and let go of her hand. She took the phone from me and played with it curiously.

"What was that sound that woke you up?" This girl was really unusually curious. Luckily, I was a very patient customer, which was reflected not only in my attitude but also in my prowess in bed. I chuckled to myself.

I reached for a cigarette on the bedside table, and just as I put it to my lips, the girl had already lit it. I took a few light drags, watching the smoke rings dissipate before my eyes. "It's like this."

I switched the option to voice recording, pressed the button lightly, and that sweet female voice rang out again: "Get up, honey! Get up, honey!"

The girl giggled: "How funny. Is this a built-in feature of the phone?" I smiled faintly: "No, I recorded it later." I thought of the last time I got Xiaoxin to record this for me, and how I treated that girl to pizza four times in a week—I'm so glad she didn't get tired of running around.

Seeing the faint smile on my lips, the girl cautiously asked, "Is that your girlfriend's voice?" "No." After a moment, I added, "You're asking too many questions." The girl's words touched a sore spot in my heart, and my voice turned cold.

The girl turned her head away, not daring to ask any more questions. I flicked the ash from my nearly burnt cigarette, and glancing sideways, I saw the girl's profile and was immediately stunned.

"Aqi!" That was the first thought that surged into my mind. The girl's profile looked exactly like Aqi. A peach-shaped face, delicate eyebrows, long eyelashes, narrow eyes—I simply cannot describe the shock I felt. Was it really Aqi?

"Aqi!" I called softly, holding her shoulders.

"Sir, sir," the girl called softly, turning her head, clearly unable to withstand the force of my grip. I also woke up with a start, looking at her face. Although she was somewhat pretty, there was no trace of Aqi. I inexplicably recalled a sentence Tan Huo had said: "Actually, all women in the world become the same when the lights are off and they're in bed." I smiled bitterly to myself; Aqi was different from her.

Last night, when I called this girl up, her face was heavily made up, and her lips were painted scarlet. I saw that she was still somewhat pretty, so I let her stay. In bed, I was like a beast in heat, fiercely conquering her. Her technique wasn't very good—in front of me, she didn't need any technique; men were always the protagonists in bed.

Last night, how come I didn't notice that her profile resembled Aqi so much? Do men really only think with their lower bodies? I smiled bitterly to myself for a moment, released my grip on her arm, and said somewhat apologetically, "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

The girl turned away without speaking, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. I remembered a few adult jokes I used to tell after sex, and I wanted to say them, but the atmosphere wasn't the same as before, so I didn't.

Maybe it was because—her features really, really looked too much like Aqi.

Aqi, do I really not forget you? I gently tugged at my hair, remembering Fang Ning's words, "Chen Cuo, forget Aqi." She was right, I should forget Aqi.

"What's your name?" I rarely asked these girls their names, preferring to call them "Honghong" or "Yanyan," but this time was an exception. Don't ask me why, because I don't know either.

"Yujia. Yu as in rain, Jia as in beauty." Yujia? That's a very elegant name, not like a stage name. "My name is Chen Cuo, you heard it on the phone earlier, Chen as in statement, Cuo as in error." I told her my name, I don't know why I told her, it was just a sixth sense.

My sixth sense is very accurate. My grandfather was an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, skilled in Buddhism, and had studied the sixth sense. He told me that everyone has a sixth sense, some are strong, some are weak. Those with an exceptionally strong sixth sense can even foresee future events, while those with a weak one can only accept the joys and sorrows of fate, just like ordinary people.

So far, I haven't met anyone with an exceptionally strong sixth sense. I think I'm perhaps the type that's neither strong nor weak, just slightly stronger than the average person, but that's enough. Past events have proven that my sixth sense is often accurate, so I trust it. This time was no exception. My sixth sense told me I should tell her my name.

"Chen Cuo? Your name is interesting." The girl looked grateful; perhaps I was the first guest to tell her my real name. Everyone has dignity; everyone needs to trust others and be trusted.

I shook her hand: "Hello, Yujia!" The girl became a little shy. After all, in this situation, in an environment driven only by money and desire, it was really uncomfortable for her guest to shake her hand.

I understood her feelings; if I were her, I would feel awkward too.

"My surname is Shao." Her voice was soft, but I still heard it. I bet I was the first guest to know her surname was Shao; her expression clearly told me so.

"Hello, Shao Yujia." Her face flushed, and she gently placed her hand in mine. The girl I'd called up last night and I had a strange handshake on the bed. I don't know if this handshake was meaningful; I just did it on a whim. Perhaps it was all because she looked so much like Aqi.

Much of her makeup had been removed, and her scarlet lips were now only a faint vermilion. The girl without heavy makeup was exceptionally pretty; it was a shame I hadn't noticed last night.

But it's understandable; thinking back to how I called her up yesterday, I still found it somewhat amusing. I'd

barely checked into the hotel yesterday when the phone rang. A coquettish voice asked, "Sir, would you like any special services?"

Having traveled extensively, I was used to this kind of thing, so I teased, "What kind of special services do you offer?" The coquettish voice continued, "Whatever sir needs, we'll do it. Chatting, massage, bathing together, making love with you, and if sir likes, we can even have a threesome—"

"Sister Yan, why are you being so explicit?" a girl next to me whispered. I chuckled inwardly on my end of the line. "You call this blatant? You've probably never called an information desk before.

" "Alright, have the lady next to you come up and chat with me for a bit." The girl with the affected voice hesitated for a moment, but quickly recovered: "Yes, sir, coming right away."

Twenty minutes later, the girl arrived. She wore heavy makeup; her face wasn't clearly visible, but she wasn't ugly either, and she was tall and slender—a typical northern girl. Girls here wear heavy makeup, especially those in this line of work—can you expect them to go without?

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