Loving Strangers

[Call me Baizhi. 】

Xiaoju read this message over and over again. She doesn't follow stars, but she understands it at this moment. She seems to have found her muse.

She has never been in love since she was a child.

Going to college is more of a loner, and interpersonal communication is at most limited. She doesn't know what this is all about.

She cut out the conversation, clicked on her roommate's WeChat, typed, sorted out the wording, and sent it.

【Lili, what does it feel like to like it? 】

The other party asked her in disbelief if she was in love, and she hurriedly replied no.

Explain and tell her that the relationship between herself and Baizhi is two sides, although the first side is just Xiaoju's wishful thinking.

【Oh my God, Xiaoju, I never thought that the word love at first sight could be applied to you. 】

[Who is the other party?Handsome?Do you have money? 】

[Hey, no, I remember that the phone number I gave you as a nude model was a woman. 】

The following information was completely ignored by Xiaoju, and her eyes were fixed on the words "love at first sight".

Is this love at first sight?

The feeling of wanting to see each other again and continue to get along in the same space, even if you don’t talk, is it because of love at first sight?

is it?

Xiaoju wasn't sure.

Colorful neon lights flicker.

The deafening drumbeat, the DJ host is wildly high, and the people on the dance floor are dancing hot and flirtatious.

The woman's waist swayed, attracting countless men to get closer.

Baizhi was sitting in a dark corner, with several cans of beer on the table, she had already changed out of the attire she wore in the studio in the afternoon.At the moment, there is strong stage makeup on the face, short shorts and a vest with navel.

The lights kept flashing across her face, she looked around in a trance, and yawned lazily.

After posing for four hours in the afternoon, the next time the little beauty contacts her, she may not answer.

Because I'm so tired.

"Baizhi, where are you?"

Baizhi didn't need to turn her head to know who was coming, she stretched her hand back.

Immediately there were a few more pictures of Grandpa Mao in his hand, and he roughly counted them in front of his eyes, and there was one less than yesterday.

But she didn't bother to worry about anything. After working as a model in the afternoon, she rushed to Qing Bar to sing after a quick bite of food. After singing, she rushed to the large bar to wait for her appearance.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

……

She dragged her exhausted body back home, packed a midnight snack at the night snack stand downstairs, put it in the refrigerator when she came back, and fell asleep as soon as she entered the room.

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Really

very short

very short