I looked at the woman and lost consciousness for a few seconds.
Now I'm in such a mess that I really don't want to serve her.
But she was, after all, my old customer and my only customer, and I couldn't refuse her request.
"Okay, then go to your room and wait for me for a while." I told her with a forced smile.
The woman nodded and walked straight ahead.
"I'm in room 305." She said as she walked.
I went to the dressing room, put on my work clothes, picked up the essential oil for my massage and went to room 305.
Inside the room, the woman had taken a bath, wrapped only in a towel, and was lying on the massage bed.
I unwrapped the towel to let her back show.
Despite her incredible beauty, I was in no mood at the moment. I just squeezed scented oil on her back and started a massage.
"What did you seem to encounter today?" The woman whispered to me and asked.
Although I've been giving her a massage for a week, every time the woman comes, she lies down and says nothing but takes a shallow nap.
There was little communication between us.
"Yes, something happened at home." I smiled and said to her.
"Well, couldn't you tell me what it was?" The woman's voice was still flat.
I was silent for a moment. I didn't know what to say.
"I'm just curious, but if you don't want to say anything, you can say nothing." The woman said again.
I sighed. Now that I had decided to divorce Gu Miao, I couldn't tell anyone about it.
It was just me, a gentleman, who had someone wear a green hat, which made me feel somewhat ashamed.
But I wasn't really familiar with her except for the daily massage, and since she wanted to hear it, it was okay to tell her.
Most of all, I'm very upset right now, and I want to have someone to talk to.
"It's my wife. My wife cheated and was raped in bed by me." I sighed and said to her.
"It's really a sad story." The woman said quietly.
Then we started talking. She was a very qualified listener. She didn't say much, and most of the time listened quietly to what I was saying.
At first I was a little embarrassed, but later, I almost told her all about my experiences with Gu Miao over the years.
Our college falling in love, our days after marriage, and my job loss and coming here as a massage therapist without telling Gu Miao until today's showdown after the rape in bed.
The woman listened to me and said quietly, "Since this is the case, proving that you two are not suitable is a good choice for you."
Of course I can understand what she meant.
But I was reluctant. For years, I had only Miao in my heart. I would do anything for the feelings between us, even work as a massage therapist here.
But in the end, this was the result.
"There is nothing to be unwilling to accept. She pursues material things, and you can't satisfy her, so separation is the best choice for both of you."
The woman said and sat up around the towel.
I looked at her exposed shoulders and felt a little lost for a moment.
"Okay, that's it for today. I think you should go have a drink now." The woman said to me.
I nodded, stood up and left.
Women have always given me a very cold feeling. Of course, such people are not good at enlightening others. I don't want to get any comfort from her. I just poured out my dissatisfaction, which made my depressed mood feel a little relaxed.
I walked back to the lounge and changed into my own clothes. I felt that what the woman said made sense. Now I really needed a drink.
When I left the clubhouse, it was already dark outside and thousands of houses were littered along the road, but now my own soul has no home.
I walked along the street, towards the location of the bar in my memory.
Except for visiting a bar twice with some best friends in college, I have never been to a bar once since I got married.
Because Gu Miao said that no one who comes here is serious, she doesn't like me coming to such a place.
I always listen to her.
But now that I think about it, I feel like an idiot.
Gu Miao has slept with another man, but I don't even dare to enter the bar. If it's not an idiot, what would it be!
I came to the bar door and pushed it open.
There are many people inside. I wonder if there are any frustrated people like me.
I ordered a glass of vodka, and now I need this strong liquor to stimulate it.
After drinking half of the cup in one gulp, I almost vomited it out from the strong alcohol stimulation. The spicy feeling went straight from my mouth to my throat.
That burning feeling made my lost soul seem to come back to me.
Several women dressed in sexy clothes and bodies stared at me, walked over one after another, sat down next to me, winked at me, and asked if I could buy them a drink.
They were all young and beautiful. Under the dim lights of the bar, they gave off a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.
I rejected them all, not because I had no desire, but now I have no such thoughts.
I just want to drink and get drunk.
I took a sip of wine, took out a cigarette and lit it.
People are like this sometimes. When they clearly want to get drunk, it is difficult to get drunk.
After a glass of wine, not only did I not feel the slightest bit drunk, but I felt more and more sober.
I looked at the door. At this time, the bar door was pushed open and a woman walked in.
The woman looked to be in her twenties and had a tall and well-proportioned figure. She was completely different from the women who wore cool clothes in the bar. She was wearing a white short skirt, revealing one or two long, round legs.
When she opened the door, the night wind blew, blowing the long hair scattered on her shoulders and the corners of her skirt.
The flying corners of the skirt give women a pure feeling that is incompatible with the environment here.
She is very beautiful and has exquisite features. Although she is only wearing light makeup, she still gives people a stunning feeling at first glance.
She seems to be somewhat out of touch with this bar.
The woman who suddenly appeared caught my eye and I kept staring at her as she walked inside and then came towards me.
As if sensing my gaze, the woman glanced at me and frowned slightly with displeasure.
I smiled, but didn't shift my eyes.
In a place like this, doesn't a beauty show up to be admired?
"Look at what, rogue!"
The woman walked up to me with a slight frown and a hint of displeasure in her eyes.
"Shall we have a drink together?" I held up my glass to her.
The woman snorted, no longer heeded me, and walked behind with her long legs.
Still a good-tempered beauty, I smiled and continued to drink.
"Oh, beauty, have a drink with us!"
Just then, a voice broke out behind them, followed by the laughter of several men.