When I got back to the hotel, my wrists were deeply red from the weight, and my whole body was sticky. As soon as he threw it into the corner, he fell into a herringbone shape on the bed.

Quietly, everything around me was silent. I opened my eyes wide, looking at the "exquisite" and gorgeous crystal chandeliers on the ceiling "flower" board, and the intricate "colorful" "flower" patterns on the wallpaper, and suddenly realized that I was in Dubai, a Dubai where luxury left no room for anything, far away from the concern of my parents, and I could only fight alone from now on.

After lying in a daze for a long time, I reached into my pocket and 'felt' the white 'medicine' bottle that Mouses had given me. I haven't opened it yet, firstly, my diarrhea has stopped, and secondly, I really don't trust Middle Eastern men enough. Rao Mosa, with his handsome countenance and gentle demeanor, could not completely dispel my instinctive guilt towards the white-robed Muslims.

In a blur of sleep, the ringtone of the text message cleared my senses. I looked at my phone, the message came from an unfamiliar number, and a short line of English appeared: "Have you seen the new content of the USB flash drive?"

The USB flash drive was returned to me by Ayub before class today, but we left each other's numbers before leaving, and the sending number in front of me was completely unfamiliar, but the location was in Dubai, and Ayub should have told others. I only thought about it for a few seconds, then I immediately reacted, picked up my phone and asked, "Are you Moussa?"

Ayub said that my USB stick was picked up by Moussa and then 'handed over' to him. Could it be that during this time, Moussa not only read the contents, but also added new things to the USB flash drive?

The other end replied quickly, and although it was only a short yes, it was enough to make me panic. Hurriedly found the USB flash drive and 'plugged' it into the computer.

There weren't many things in the USB flash drive, but when I looked at it, I didn't find anything different from before. As soon as I wanted to text back to ask Moussa, the phone rang again.

"Do you think my assessment is pertinent?"

I hurriedly looked at the content more carefully, only to find that each of the photo files of my cheongsam photo has been renamed.

In the past, photos were all encoded by the camera, but now the names have all been changed to short comments. According to his preferences, he actually marked each photo with comments such as "pretty", "justsoso (average)", "inaesthetic" (not good-looking), and even renamed a short cheongsam photo with "flower" in ink to "myfavorite".

My first reaction was to get angry, who did he think he was, why did he dictate to my pictures? I guess it was probably because Middle Eastern men were accustomed to the attachment and submissiveness of 'women' and 'sexuals', and had a deep-seated machismo. But I am a proud independent Chinese 'woman' and 'sex', who has excelled in her urine since she was a child, and has excellent grades, and never wants to be labeled by Middle Eastern men.

I picked up my phone angrily and replied unceremoniously: "I took the photo for my own pleasure, not for men to judge, in the future, please don't 'mess' with my things without permission." ”

Before coming to Dubai, I had seen too many rumors on the Internet about the low status of Arab 'women' and the fact that Muslim 'women' were 'private' and owned by men, so when this message was sent, I expected that Moussa would be dissatisfied with me, or reply with something like "men have absolute power".

But no, the phone was silent, nothing happened. Just when I thought he was going to ignore me, the phone rang out loud and loud, it was Moussa's number.