"Lacking?" The guest sized her up from head to toe and reached out to grab Qiao Zhiyi's hand, "Why would you come here if you're not lacking? Look at them, how hard they try to please us. Some people twist and turn all night and still don't get chosen. Come with me now, and you won't have to take off your clothes or wiggle your waist and hips for all these people to see."
The moment his hand touched Qiao Zhiyi, she shook it off as if she had touched something filthy and shouted angrily, "Don't touch me again! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Shi Jingzhou saw how Qiao Zhiyi disgustedly shook off the man's hand, her words fierce and harsh.
How naive.
The people who come here, no matter how stubborn you are, will eventually be worn down, lose themselves, and their last bit of dignity will be defeated by reality, and they will have to accept it.
The man had taken a liking to Qiao Zhiyi, who had no idea that her resistance was futile and even attracted two more men.