My girlfriend is a prostitute Full text reading| Latest chapter

This might be a true story. That day, it was drizzling, my friends and I were on the bus, chatting idly out of boredom. At a bus stop, I saw a beautiful woman, and my eyes were fixed on her face for a long time. But my friend told me with a chuckle that she was an escort. My heart twisted painfully for a strange woman. Her pure face, her melancholy eyes, every gesture of hers made one's heart ache.