"Hi, sir," a stunning and charming blonde leaned against the wall in the hotel corridor. With her lips painted bright red and dark eye shadow, her voice lazily asked, "Need any services?"
Wang Yang glanced at her, the shapely figure with curves in all the right places revealed by her shiny tight top and short skirt, along with her black stockings. He shook his head with a smile, "No, thank you." He continued walking to his room, fishing for his key while he stole a glance at the distant blonde. Her eyes looked desolate and unhappy, perhaps not long before this, she had come to New York full of passion and hope for the future. But as reality struck, she couldn't hold up anymore, and she didn't want to go home, so she became a call girl...
He watched the blonde and sighed inwardly. He thought of these because he was suddenly reminded of a girl named Annie...
