The front line of the war has approached Baghdad, the capital of Iraq. The once prosperous city is now covered with a bleak haze, and the sound of artillery fire in the distance makes it difficult for everyone who lives here to sleep.

Of course, this is for the people who live here.

For "foreign friends" like Roberts and Jiang Chen, they still drink when they should drink, and they still have fun when they should have fun, and everything that happens here has nothing to do with them.

The lights flickered in the bar's ballroom, and the rapper-like heavy metal stabbed everyone's eardrums. The Lebanese beauty in the center of the dance floor writhed vigorously like a water snake, throwing off her long dark blonde hair, which I don't know if it was dyed or raw. The men sitting on the edge of the dance floor let out a wolf howl and spilled Franklin in their hands in exchange for more exciting movements from the dancers.

At the brightly lit bar counter, the black bartender placed the mixed cocktail in front of Roberts and Jiang Chen. It is said that the pub was owned by an Englishman, and that most of the people who visited it were foreign soldiers, overseas laborers, and journalists.

No one here has to worry about the damn war, and even if the battle reaches the door, the troops of their country will come to cover their retreat.

I have to say that this is really a bit enviable. No matter where you are, the feeling that your ancestral country will be your strong backing. A sense of security that strong condemnation, expressions of concern, and consultations do not.

However, on the other hand, in terms of the evacuation of overseas Chinese, the Celestial Empire has done a very good job.

"Have a nice trip. Roberts raised his glass.

"Have a nice trip. Jiang Chen toasted with him, then raised his head and took a sip.

This cocktail tastes weird, and I don't know how many strange things are mixed in with it other than alcohol.

"I've heard that alcohol is forbidden here. Jiang Chen shook the crystal wine glass and looked at the beautiful woman writhing on the stage pleasantly.

"That's for the cultists, the owner of this shop has a hard backstage and has a franchise. And most of the people who come here are American GIs or mercenaries from Blackwater who serve in military bases, and occasionally two extreme guys come to make trouble, and they will be quickly kicked out. There aren't even security guards needed here. Roberts laughed and took a sip of his wine.

For these guys who may die at any time, only this kind of high-intensity stimulation can make them relax a little and find a feeling of being alive again. Roberts squinted.

The guy who could die at any moment refers not only to the soldiers patrolling on the bombs, but also to the arms peddlers like Roberts.

Jiang Chen's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and he also fell into deep thought. He thought of the devastated end times, and of the people who were struggling there

It's not that I mean sympathy.

It just feels like he's the kind of guy who could die at any moment?

Forget it, let's be careful in the future.

Shaking his head, Jiang Chen also raised his head and took a sip.

"Handsome guy, don't you want a drink?" The two Central Asian beauties in crop tops walked up to Jiang Chen and Roberts and threw a wink at the two.

"Which one do you want?" Roberts whistled at the two beauties, then glanced at him ambiguously, "Lebanese beauty, I'm in for a treat." ”

"I don't want any of them, I'm a little dizzy, I want to go to bed early, I have to catch a plane tomorrow. Jiang Chen didn't know why he was not interested, sighed, and threw the wine glass on the bar.

"Don't look like a middle-aged man, man. Haha, those two are mine. Roberts laughed, took the two beauties into his arms, and picked up the oil in his drunkenness, causing a coquettish laugh.

Gently rubbing his somewhat astringent temples, Jiang Chen grinned with a smile and then stood up.

Dragging his alcohol-paralyzed brain, he walked to the door a little groggily, leaving behind the roars and hopeful cheers of the heavy metal music

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Pushing open the door of the hotel, with the smell of alcohol all over his body, Jiang Chen planted himself on the soft bed, and then fell asleep.

Aisha, who was curled up to the side, frowned slightly when she smelled the pungent smell of wine, but then sighed.

After all, he is not a believer

As soon as she arrived at the Babylon Hotel, Jiang Chen brought her here. Not only did she take a hot shower, but she also took her to a hot lunch, and then asked the waitress to go to a nearby mall to buy her some clean clothes. In principle, this is not within the scope of the waiter's job, but in the face of tipping, the principle is not a problem.

After settling Aisha, Jiang Chen left the hotel.

I didn't come back until it was almost early in the morning.

Aisha didn't sleep at the moment, she had already regarded herself as Jiang Chen's wife, and she was very restrained waiting for the man to come home. This was taught to her by her mother, but she could not see the day her daughter got married.

In fact, it is unknown whether she will get married or not, Aisha has more or less heard that many countries in this world are monogamous. For her, the "wife" who was picked up, she didn't count on the name or anything. As long as Jiang Chen didn't throw her away, she was already very satisfied

At this moment, Aisha has washed up and changed into clean clothes.

The exotic face has a faint sense of budding beauty. It's just that the expressionless expression has made this beauty a lot dusty. The thin body looked slightly malnourished, but the lines that were still passable had been outlined by the not very loose clothes. I believe that with a little conditioning, Aisha can become a beauty like her mother.

There are many beauties from her ancestral country.

Yet in this desert, beauty is a sin

Different from Xia Shiyu's pretentious coldness, her pupils exuded a kind of pure indifference, which seemed to be indifference to life? Jiang Chen couldn't see it, but he could faintly feel something.

Having witnessed the tragic death of her parents, she had already dried up her tears of fear and sadness, and even her feelings of hatred had disappeared. She was used to seeing death along the way, and even made her feel that her life was thin.

If she is about to suffer a torment worse than death, she can even calmly make the choice to die. This is the logic that war has taught her, a cruel logic.

Fortunately, such a choice did not happen in the end, and the kind Oriental accepted himself

Aisha endured the smell of alcohol, put Jiang Chen on the bed and lay down, and then took out a wet towel dipped in hot water from the bathroom and put it on Jiang Chen's forehead.

Allah is above, and it's like paradise

The white bed is decorated with an indescribable beauty. She has never been so happy, and she cherishes this hard-won happiness very much.

Wiping away the beads of sweat from Jiang Chen's face, Aisha's wolf-like indifferent pupils gradually revealed a gentle look. The fingertips that touched Jiang Chen's chest hesitated slightly, Aisha took a deep breath, but still made up her mind to unbutton Jiang Chen's clothes.

Putting aside her sweat-soaked clothes, Aisha blushed slightly as she looked at her muscular figure. However, she still stretched out her somewhat trembling hand, wrung out the towel dipped in hot water gently, pinched it in her hand, and gently wiped Jiang Chen's body.

"Uh-huh" Jiang Chen snorted vaguely, startling Aisha, who was holding her breath.

Seeing that Jiang Chen just turned over and didn't wake up, Aisha's beating heart calmed down.

Obviously he didn't do anything wrong, but he was afraid that he would suddenly wake up, and with this unknown nervousness, Aisha gently bit her lower lip.

Seeing that his breathing began to be even again, Aisha made up her mind again, stretched out her small trembling hand, and wiped the sweat from his back.

Although she made up her mind, she was not mentally prepared, and perhaps this was the reason for her anxiety.

"Sun Jiao, hey, Yao Yao" Jiang Chen muttered a little confusedly, turned over as if it was hot, and grabbed Aisha's little hand indiscriminately.

Aisha was startled by Jiang Chen's movements and froze there motionless.

Sun Jiao Yao Yao should be the name of the hostess.

Although she doesn't know Chinese, the so-called woman's intuition is such a terrible and sensitive thing.

It's just that when she heard the two names, Aisha was relieved.

But at the same time, an unknown feeling also came to my heart.

Jealousy, jealousy, or jealousy, or is it just a pure insecurity?

Looking at Jiang Chen's sleeping face with some complications, Aisha buried her head in a ghostly manner. Just when she suddenly came back to her senses and realized her embarrassing behavior, Jiang Chen suddenly turned over and wrapped her and pressed her underneath.

What should I do if I will be eaten directly? Her face instantly turned red, and her originally indifferent pupils began to alternate with a look of confusion and panic. She had completely forgotten that she had leaned in first, and her brain was completely disturbed by the sudden scene.

But it doesn't seem bad that way, it's always going to come to this point anyway. Aisha persuaded herself in her heart, biting her lip lightly, and obediently wrapped her trembling hand around Jiang Chen's neck.

It's a wonderful ending compared to being used as sex and slavery by devilish thugs, and being kept in a livestock shed as a commodity and reward without any humanity.

At least, my purity is dedicated to one person, and from now on to one person, Aisha succeeded in convincing herself, holding her beating heart, suppressing the jerky shame in her heart, and bringing her lips close to the crevice that smelled of strong wine.

Is this a temptation to sin?

Or should I say adding fuel to the fire?

I believe that everyone will understand this kind of thing after drinking.

(So it is logical to omit 10,000 words)

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Half-asleep and half-awake, Jiang Chen only felt as if he had come to heaven, and the beautiful maid fed fresh grapes dipped in rain and dew to his mouth, and he ate them without hesitation. Not only delicious grapes, but also sweet wines, mellow juices, and the pleasure of release

Wait! Why is there the pleasure of release?

Well, maybe it's because I'm sweating.

No matter, I'm enjoying it anyway

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(Double-checked 2 times, well, there should be no problem.) ）

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