The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

The clubhouse was quiet, nothing like the chaotic scenes depicted in novels or dramas. It was nearly empty, with only a faint scent of air freshener in the air.

It was probably still early, not quite nightlife time yet. Gu Yitong tossed her ID to the receptionist to check her reservation, and, feeling bored, turned to the side and smoothed Yu Lian's slightly messy bangs with her fingers.

"It's not time yet, let me take you to the movie room to watch a movie first, and then we can grab something to eat. The chef here makes really good food, is there anything you'd like to eat? How about pasta?"

Hearing her mention watching a movie, and considering the occasion, Yu Lian became a little nervous: "An AV?"

Gu Yitong paused for a moment, then her eyes crinkled with laughter: "What are you thinking?"

He paused for a moment.

"But if you really want to see it, it's not impossible."

Yu Lian felt like a country bumpkin in the city, afraid of looking awkward, so she walked closely beside Gu Yitong. The two pretty girls walked together, and occasionally some young men and women passing by would look at them curiously. Yu Lian pretended not to notice, her neck stiff, and walked past.

Her chin was slightly raised, her long hair flowing like clouds, gleaming with a smooth, lustrous sheen from proper care. Her small face was unbelievably beautiful under the light, her eyes sparkling, seemingly oblivious to the road or people around her, exuding the haughty air of a playful young heiress.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I got into the elevator.

"Why are people still coming before the appointed time?"

Gu Yitong pressed the button for the top floor, rested his chin on his hand, and looked at her, teasingly saying, "Just like us, in a hurry, huh? Molds are like that, first come, first served. If you come late, all the handsome ones are already out, and we can only find some lower-quality ones for you. Are you willing to accept that?"

Yu Lian had no concept of these things; judging from the luxurious decor of the club, she figured a single visit would cost at least five figures. The quality of the male models must also be strictly controlled.

He squinted, not quite believing her.

"How bad can the quality be? If you're going to sell something, you should at least have some ethics. Don't you have plastic surgery?"

She always says such surprising things, especially with such an innocent face; the contrast is striking. Gu Yitong couldn't help but laugh and hugged her affectionately, leaving her to keep her answer a secret.

"If you want to know, I can find a few to show you tonight. Hmm, comparing them to the guy who came to see you today..."

Yu Lian stiffened for a moment before letting her hug her. She was shorter, and Gu Yitong was wearing high heels, so her face was pressed right against the bow on Gu Yitong's blouse. Being hugged so tightly, the wrinkles were almost imprinted on her skin.

"Similar to him?" she asked, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and nervous anticipation.

For a moment, I was thinking, if someone like Jiang Shaoheng, who's incredibly flamboyant, handsome, and self-aware of his love for dressing up, could rival even the lowest-quality women in the club, then what about the highest-quality ones...?

  

"Even the most handsome guy isn't as handsome as him." Gu Yitong shattered her reverie.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a thick carpet covering the entire top floor, making no sound as you stepped inside. Gu Yitong, even in her high heels, walked steadily, leading Yu Lian to a double-doored room at the end of the corridor, her voice somewhat casual.

"But she's more obedient than yours. She'll do anything you ask her to do, everything. Xiao Lian, would you like to try?"

Xiao Lian wants to give it a try.

Yu Lian was excited by what she said, her eyes sparkling.

One of the two doors to the home theater was already open, revealing a wall of light screen resembling a private cinema. Standing by the door and looking inside, the view was as wide as if you had a wide-angle lens.

Only a ring of lights was turned on the ceiling, thin as a line, making the whole space dim yet cozy.

Gu Yitong led Yu Lian to a sofa that was about the size of a single bed: "I'll go order you some food. The remote is here, watch whatever you want, it's showing in theaters. Didn't you say you wanted to watch that suspense movie in the dorm before? We have it."

Yu Lian watched the door close before reaching for the remote control. She clicked around a couple of times, casually picked a high-class foreign film to use as the background, and then tossed the remote aside to take a picture with her phone.

After photographing the environment, I took photos of my face. There were two mushroom-shaped table lamps on the small square table connected to the sofa. The light was dim and yellowish, and the low resolution made the photos look good no matter how I took them.

Still wanting more, she finished taking photos, and scrolled through her album to find a hundred more selfies with similar angles and expressions. Yu Lian picked one to edit, but her editing was haphazard and her skills were terrible. One moment she liked young girls, so she edited them to look like the Calabash Brothers; the next moment she liked mature women, so she edited them to look like the Snake Demon from the Calabash Brothers.

Here comes a photo where the face shape and eye shape are different in every picture.

After editing the post, I posted it on my WeChat Moments and blocked many people. Ao Chen wasn't in the men's group, and this was also the time when he would finish training, so he didn't comment but sent me a private message to ask.

"1: Is this your home? Who is this woman in the photo? Is she your friend? She looks so much like you."

Yu Lian couldn't tell if he was just being a jerk or genuinely that stupid. After a few seconds of anger, she remembered her original intention for posting on WeChat Moments and started bragging to her poor buddy.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: No, this is a bar, I'll order some male escorts to accompany my drinks."

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Ducks are really making money here. Weren't you coming to S City? What if you come here and suddenly decide to sell yourself to them? A triumphant homecoming."

Ao Chen was indeed furious.

1: Get lost, I'm not selling.

They also felt heartbroken and condemned her.

"1: You have that money, you can do so many things, but who knows what's wrong with it? You'd better be careful."

"1: Is he handsome? You even paid for it. Take a picture of him secretly and send it to me so I can see what he looks like."

Yu Lian was almost driven crazy by his antics.

I was so engrossed in typing that I didn't even notice the door had opened again.

The person didn't say a word, silently walked over, and placed a small plate on the small table next to her with a click. Yu Lian was startled and covered her phone to look over.

His glass-bead-like eyes reflected a handsome face.

Wearing a black satin shirt with the collar unbuttoned, the fabric sagged loosely as she bent down to place the plates, revealing everything from Yu Lian's perspective.

Her collarbone was delicate, adorned with a slender silver chain around her neck, from which hung a ring; the ring's diamonds sparkled under the light. Contrary to her outwardly refined and slender appearance, her skin was as white as milk, making the surrounding fabric appear even more delicate and pink.

Yu Lian's gaze traveled smoothly from the chest muscles to the abs, only to be blocked by the pants and unable to continue forward.

He clicked his tongue in disappointment.

Only after feeling regret did I realize that I had looked at someone else's body.

She had accidentally glanced at it for about ten seconds, and she didn't know if pretending not to see it would still work. Yu Lian felt a little guilty for her lustful thoughts, and her head slowly drooped down like a still animation, pretending that she was just moving slowly and hadn't intentionally looked for so long.

Looking down at the colorful pasta on my plate, I realized something was off.

Gu Yitong ordered the pasta for her. He was a man dressed like that when he came to deliver the food, and she was completely forced to watch.

And then there's the current setting, the business atmosphere, and the operating environment.

He's a prostitute, isn't he?