Julie

The first time I met Julie, she was singing a melodious song on the bar counter, her swaying figure was full of charm. Her eyes looked into the distance, feeling sad and empty. Wen Xian's heart beat wildly, and she felt like her soul was about to be taken away. The second time I saw Julie, she was holding a lady's cigarette between her fingertips, looking at her with wandering eyes, and laughed softly: "Want to sleep with me? I'm too young." Younger, age difference. Intention: later