Prologue.

The people around her are still asleep.

When we meet again, will they still meet?

Finally, he spoke with a lazy and sexy voice. "What's the rush? Let me hold you for a while."

There is also a "Cartier" watch engraved on his wrist. She has heard of this brand, very expensive, even more expensive than her most precious piano.

He should be a very domineering man, even when sleeping, it is also a domineering posture. His strong and powerful arms hold her in his arms, and his slender legs are placed on hers, making her completely immersed in his breath and unable to escape.

... ....

The man understood her rejection, no longer forcing it, slowly letting go of her hand... She saw reluctance in his eyes, so profound.

The transaction is complete.

She could only smile and shake her head.

Although she doesn't know his name, age, where he lives, or what he does for a living, he is still her first man, and she is very satisfied.

At the moment when the door closed tightly, she hugged the bag filled with money tightly in her arms, tears fell from her eyes one after another, crystal clear and dripping with despair.

He seemed to be having some beautiful dream, with a sexy curve on the corner of his lips, smiling but not really. She softened in her heart, leaned over and gave him a light kiss on his soft and warm lips... It was no longer the wild and unrestrained lips and tongue from last night.

Is it possible that he hasn't woken up yet?