Quick Wear: Daji is a Bad Woman

The kissing skills of the man with the scar is not very good. Daji knows that this man is very strange to kissing. Thinking about it, the scar on the man's face is already very discouraging to women, and the tattoo all over his body is even more vicious. , plus the muscles on his body, he doesn't look like a good guy at first glance. How can any serious woman fall in love with him.

He has no love experience, but he is a regular customer here, so he is probably in a gray area.

Daji guides the scarred man, and Daji's guess is correct, the scarred man has never been in a relationship, and his perception of women is a tool to vent.

The man with the scar opened his eyes, looked at the woman's eyes, and thought of what Daji said just now, and regretted it for a moment.

Wouldn't it be better if he came to her the day before yesterday and became her first guest?

It's ridiculous that he would feel pity for a prostitute.

The man with the scar suppressed his emotions and reached out to act.

When the clothes fell off, many small wounds on Daji's body could be seen at a glance. It was obvious how the wounds came from.

Daji flinched, her voice trembling slightly: "Please, be gentle."

There was still a trace of fear in her eyes, and she was not annoying. She just felt that she needed to be loved and could not bear to destroy her.

The scarred man unconsciously relaxed his movements, Daji showed a grateful smile, and began to respond to him clumsily with his hands.

The process of the transaction was similar to the past, but different. The man with the scar could not say what was different, but this time the transaction made him very happy physically and mentally.

The next morning, the man with the scar took out a stack of paper money: "This is your tip."

Daji took it with a blushing face, and whispered a thank you.

The woman's reaction didn't look like the woman being prostituted was insensitive, but she was as shy and nervous as if she had slept with her boyfriend when she saw the money.

The man with the scar rolled his eyes, put on his clothes and left.

After the man left, Sister Daying came in, and she was satisfied when she saw that Daji was obedient and did not resist.

The woman finally gave in.

Sister Daying arranged a fixed room for Daji, which will be her residence and a place to prostitute herself from now on.

Daji moved in without any objection. Such a reaction made Sister Daying completely relieved. She was really in a quagmire.

The red-light district during the day is very quiet, all the women are sleeping in the morning, and in the afternoon, the young women are in a daze in silence, and the women who have been here for many years will play cards and gossip about the guests.

Daji slept until the afternoon, went to the kitchen to get food and went downstairs. In the lobby, there was a table of older women playing cards, surrounded by scattered young women. Their expressions were very numb. The atmosphere in the lobby makes people feel depressed, and the future is so gray that they can't see it.

They also have no future.

Daji sat down next to Piao Piao, Piao Piao glanced at her, continued to lean against the pillar in the lobby, closed her eyes and said in a flat voice, "What? Blame me for robbing your guest?"

"It's normal for women in red-light districts to snatch customers. If you want to blame it, blame yourself for your inability to keep customers."

When Piao Piao said this, there was a bit of sarcasm in her tone, she didn't know if she was mocking Daji, herself, or all the women in the red light district.

"Thank you, Piao Piao."

Piao Piao was taken aback by the sudden thank you, and she looked at Daji with questioning eyes.

Daji hugged her arm and said in a low voice, "That bearded man is the guest that Miss Daying found for me that night."

When Daji said this, her voice was a little frightened: "He, he abused me."

"If you hadn't pulled him away, I would have been hurt by him."

Daji said, showing a grateful smile: "Piao Piao, you are so kind."

In fact, that bearded man was not a guest who abused Daji. Daji said so just to shorten the distance with Piao Piao.

Piao Piao looked awkward, and said in a stiff voice, "I'm just stealing your guests."

"It doesn't matter if you're robbing me or trying to help me, but you really helped me, Piao Piao, I don't have a single friend here, and from today onwards, you are my friend."

Daji's eyes are so clear, her tone is so sincere, she hasn't seen Piao Piao for a long time, she has been here for three years, she has forgotten what normal people are like, and she has forgotten what she used to be like.

"Friend..." Piao Piao murmured the word, then sneered and said in disgust, "Friends are the most disgusting people in this world."

Piao Piao's voice became colder and colder: "I was tricked by a friend into a pyramid scheme and then sold here."

Daji lowered her head and apologized helplessly: "I'm sorry, Piao Piao."

"Part of the women here came here voluntarily because their families were too poor and had nowhere to go, some were sold by family members, and some were cheated or sold from various countries."

"We have no relatives, no friends..."

The status of women in Ghana is extremely low. Most families will sell their daughters if they cannot support them. When the currency is traded, they are all sold by their biological parents or brothers. They have no family members.

Women from other countries were all deceived and sold. They experienced betrayal, deception and humiliation, and their self-esteem, confidence and self-love were severely trampled.

The voices of the conversation between the two were not too low, and the corners of the mouths of the dazed women around them also raised a hint of mockery, as if they were mocking Daji's innocence.

"No, we can be friends. You can't deny everyone because of one person. Everyone here is a person. People need friends. If they are not afraid of loneliness, why would they sit together and play cards? Why do you have to be in the lobby? In a daze, isn't it because everyone is together?"

When Daji talked about the excitement, the volume was raised, and the movement of the woman playing cards slowed down.

"We fell into the quagmire for various reasons. It's cold and dark here, but we embrace each other, no matter how cold it is, there will be warmth."

"Pfft!"

"Ha ha!!"

Laughter rang out one after another in the lobby, and the laughter was full of naive mockery of Daji.

"Crack, clap!" There were several applause sounds, and Miss Daying came in with a cigarette in her mouth: "Well said, Ruyi, your eloquence is really amazing."

The women playing cards resumed their movements, and the laughter stopped abruptly. Piao Piao broke away from the back of Daji's hand and stopped talking to her. The other women also lowered their heads, and the whole lobby returned to its previous state.

"Ruyi, it's a pity that you don't want to be the Holy Mother." Sister Daying puffed out smoke rings on Daji's face, and she bared her teeth with a fleshy face: "It seems that you still receive too few customers and are not tired enough."

Daji was so choked by the smoke that she only coughed, her eyes were firm: "Sister Daying, we are both women, why do you make things difficult for women."

Sister Daying showed a fierce look on her face: "It seems that you still haven't been taught enough."

Sister Daying pressed the cigarette in her hand to Daji's chest.

The miserable voice resounded in the lobby, and the women hung their heads silently.

"Drag her down, and no food is allowed today."