Chapter 11: Can't, Sell (3)

In those ten seconds, I also had a moment of contact with the young man - eye contact. Time is short, perhaps, a second, or, two.

My face has always been **spicy. I quickly lowered my head, not daring to look at the young man again. The young man kept staring at me, and he asked lightly:

"For the first time?"

"No...... No. I hurriedly said.

"Nervous?" the young man asked again.

"I didn't ...... No. I denied it again.

"Then why don't you dare look at me?" the young man's gaze was sharp.

I reluctantly raised my head and looked at him. Just at this time, the 16th floor arrived, the elevator stopped, and the door opened. So the young man put his arm around my waist and stepped out of the elevator.

When you get to the door of room 1608, open the door and go inside.

Get power. Close the door.

The young man put down the briefcase in his hand, sat on the sofa leisurely, and stilted Erlang's legs very casually. Then he turned his head and looked at me, from above to below, and from bottom to top, as if I was not a human being, but a commodity, and the look on his face was like thinking about whether to buy "this product" or not.

I stared at him like hell.

This made me even more nervous, I felt my blood keep surging up, and there was like a hot spark running around in the depths of my body, and my whole person, very uncompromising, was like a panicked deer, and I couldn't help but tremble slightly, and for a moment, I wanted to run away from the door.

But I didn't run away.

Boss Li of the "Big World" bar said that there will always be a beginning in everything, just get used to it - I think, is this the beginning of my "Miss"?

Thinking of the word "Miss", my body trembled slightly, very unwilling and reluctant.

After a long while, the young man said in a commanding tone:

"Undress. ”

I glared at him, overwhelmed:

"Take off ...... Undressing? Now...... Now?"

The young man's expression was still arrogant:

"Yes, right now. You take off your clothes!"

I blushed. Behind the young man, there is a large mirror. I saw me in the mirror, my ponytail was falling out at some point, and my long black hair was falling out, covering half of my face.

I also saw the other half of my face that wasn't covered by my hair, confused, sad, panicked, and something called "despair" - yes, despair. This despair, the despair of ruining miè, penetrated from my face to my heart, in every cell.

The young man's gaze fell on my face without moving, and he said slowly:

"Two thousand a night. You don't take off your clothes, or what?"

And again:

"Don't worry, I'm not going to sleep with you - I'm still dirty to sleep with a woman like you. I'm just asking you to take off your clothes. ”

I stared at him blankly, and for a moment, I didn't know how to react. What does it mean that he doesn't sleep with me, but asks me to undress?

At this moment, the young man's mobile phone suddenly rang, and the ringtone was particularly harsh, and there was a kind of sharpness of broken glass across the air. The young man frowned slightly, took his phone, looked at me expressionlessly, and walked out of the terrace over the glass door to listen.

I bit my lip.

I suddenly regretted it, really, really regretted it.

Two thousand dollars, I don't want it. I, the "young lady" who was a wreck, rushed to the door with her legs, opened the door, and fled. I was so flustered that I forgot to take the elevator and ran down the 16-story staircase.

(To be continued)