That day, was she just like what the man had said? was she no different from a prostitute, just that her appearance had changed? she was lucky to have met a rich boss, so he had her as his mistress and didn't wander around among the many men like a prostitute.
If it wasn't for him, perhaps she would have become a puppet under more men!
However, was there a difference between one and many? They've all dirtied their bodies, they've all been built on the transaction of money, flesh, and desire.
As she thought of this, she felt a sharp pain in the depths of her heart.
If she and this man weren't just in a relationship of money, but because their two hearts were compatible, or because of what her sister called 'love', they would be tightly hugging each other. Then, she wouldn't look down on her, right?
pa-" a muffled sound came from her drooped little head. Although it was very light, it was enough to pull back her wandering thoughts.
