"Can I trust you?" Xia Ziqing's eyes widened as she seriously scrutinized Tang Feng. Though she didn't have much worldly experience, she was smart.
There's a saying, unless pigs fly, never easily trust a man's words.
Once deceived, everything is over.
And the more handsome a man, the less secure he feels.
Because girls equally like handsome boys.
And even more deeply than boys like beautiful girls.
In the city, many private clubs harbor a group of people; if you are handsome and strong, you can mingle with women of any status.
Unless one joins that trade, one can't imagine such a situation.
Of course, as a man, you wouldn't sell yourself unless absolutely necessary, because once there, freedom is nonexistent.
For at least one or two Chens, you belong to a woman, often a stranger.
They might be beautiful, ugly, or fat, but you have to accept them unconditionally.
Compared to women, men are no longer that mysterious.
