"Why do you, a low-level trash like you, touch me?" This is what she said to me when I first met her. This woman has a face like a morning glow, with bright starry eyes, fair skin and beautiful face, with flaming red lips. However, her words are arrogant and domineering, and her behavior is even more perverted. It is a typical capitalist style. Her existence is to squeeze out the last remaining value of our working people.
My name is He Miao, and I am a deep drifter. It's people like me who can't let go of their bodies in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, and can't hold their souls in the third and fourth tiers. This is not a world of cool literature. There are no stallions or superpowers. This is Shenzhen. All we have is the blessings of 996 and 007...