The warbling of orioles and the chirping of swallows

Peng Chuanwei was overjoyed by the group of women, unsure which to choose. He couldn't possibly seduce them all.
Finally, he was entangled by the woman who had shown him her thighs, and Peng Chuanwei followed her into a private room.
The room was dimly lit, with a low-wattage colored light. Peng Chuanwei followed the woman, turning left and right, into the room. The restaurant's private room corridors were as complex as tunnels in a war game; Peng Chuanwei was already dizzy by the time he reached the room.
Once inside, Peng Chuanwei collapsed onto the bed. Actually, it wasn't a proper bed, but a makeshift bed made of wooden planks, with bedding and the woman's clothes on it, indicating that she usually slept on this bed.
"Brother, wait a moment. I'll wash up,"
the woman said gently. "Are you going to wash? If you are, I'll fetch water for you and help you wash."
"Okay,"
Peng Chuanwei was very happy, not expecting this service. He gazed at the charming lady with delight. She was wearing a short, yellow sundress that almost completely exposed her fair and delicate skin. Her
lotus-root-like arms, alluring cleavage, and smooth, plump thighs made Peng Chuanwei unable to resist. His heart raced, and he hugged her from behind, slipping his hands inside her bare body and groping her. The lady's body reacted strangely; she groaned a few times and then forcefully removed Peng Chuanwei's hands.
"I'll go get some water,"
the lady said, breaking free from his grasp. Peng Chuanwei, still somewhat aroused, pressed closer and said, "What are you busy with? Be gentle for a while longer."
The lady poked his forehead with her delicate finger. "Haste makes waste."
She then got off him, crouched down, retrieved a red plastic basin from under the bed, and gracefully left.
Peng Chuanwei was happily intoxicated by the prostitute's warmth. His mindset had changed; hiring a prostitute seemed better than hiring a mistress because it required no emotional investment. Just pay and she'd provide the service. It saved him unnecessary trouble. Now it was truly convenient; everything could be bought with money, including shameless acts. Under the tyranny of money, everything seemed perfectly legitimate, including sexual services.
Peng Chuanwei thought of Liu Meili, the alluring woman he'd met at the Wudou coal mine. How wonderful it would be if she could provide him with sexual services in such a simple way. But then he reconsidered. Such women were the same to everyone; they didn't care who you were, as long as the money was right, they'd be willing to sleep with anyone.
A few migrant workers had just arrived. Although they were slovenly and had shifty eyes, their arrival caused these fashionably dressed, gaudily dressed women to swarm around them like flies, chattering and pleading with them in sweet, seductive voices, hoping they would hit them. Peng Chuanwei was shocked by this scene, thinking to himself that these women were obsessed with money. Even if they were desperate for cash, the women of the city wouldn't let migrant workers get away with this.

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