The Emu is tall and slender with straight legs and light-colored fur. What is most enviable is its waist, which is so thin that it seems you could wrap your hand around it.
The two shop assistants were envious of him, saying that not only was he a real man, but he was also more beautiful than a woman, and even his figure was something that women would drool over.
As it turns out, there is no such thing as jealousy in the face of absolute beauty, because beauty that transcends gender can only make people feel ashamed of themselves.
Knowing full well that they are not on the same level, comparing them will only lead to humiliation.
As closing time approached, the two shop assistants, unusually in a good mood, took out their cosmetics and applied makeup to Yi Mu's slightly pale face.
His skin was fair and delicate, so he didn't need much powder, just a thin layer was enough, followed by eyebrow drawing, eyeliner, and lip rouge.
After the makeup was finished, the two shop assistants were speechless.
They recalled what they had just said and felt an urge to apologize.
An old saying describes a beautiful woman as having eyebrows like distant mountains, naturally dark without being dyed, and lips like painted sand, naturally red without being touched up.
He looks unrealistically beautiful even without makeup; with a touch of color, he gains a more down-to-earth charm.
She was stunningly beautiful, with an aggressive and captivating aura; a single glance from her eyes could steal one's heart.
The shop assistant who had spoken to her earlier swallowed hard, took out his phone, and smiled ingratiatingly.
"Handsome, uh, beautiful...can we take a photo together?"
She slowly turned her head, stared at the shop assistant for a while, a charming smile appeared on her lips, and nodded.
The shop assistant excitedly raised his phone and took a picture.
Overwhelmed by excitement, the shop assistants didn't notice that a photo of only two people contained the faces of three people.
She paid the bill: an outfit and size 38 strappy heels, totaling 23,000 yuan.
For a salaried worker, 23,000...
Yi Mu: I can't laugh.
She seemed to know where she was going, and strolled gracefully under the night view in her eight-centimeter high heels.
Then we stopped in front of a pub, which looked rather messy just from its decor.
Yi Mu silently prayed to himself not to go in and to go home quickly.
Even if you go back to that street now and buy ten or eight more dresses, I won't care!
Then, this woman, who had taken over someone else's body without any self-awareness, straightened her clothes, lifted her eight-centimeter high heels, and went inside.
In the brightly lit pub, a chaotic scene unfolds: tattooed young men shaking their heads vigorously, scantily clad socialites, office workers drowning their sorrows in alcohol, and gamblers living a life of debauchery.
The small internet cafe is a microcosm of everything, containing all the colors of the world.
However, her goal was clear. She moved to the rhythm of the music with light steps, like a girl going on a date, her figure bouncy and cheerful.
She went straight up to the second floor, stood in front of a closed door, and then slowly knocked on it.
She knocked once, twice, but no one answered. She wasn't in a hurry and just kept knocking rhythmically until someone came to open the door.
The man who opened the door was a burly fellow, a head and a half taller than Yi Mu.
He'd probably had a bit too much to drink; before he could even see who it was, he started cursing, "Damn it, I said I didn't want any more alcohol, and you're just ripping me off..."
The last word stuck in his throat. The man looked at the beauty in front of him, his slightly drunk eyes gradually becoming unfocused, and his mouth was dry, making him want to gulp down two more bottles of wine.
She tilted her head back, her face revealing a deliberate seduction.
He didn't say anything, but his beautiful eyes clearly said, "Hey big oaf, get out of my way!"
The man, like a puppet whose soul was being led, silently stepped aside.
So she went into the room, ran towards the man sitting in the middle, and gave a soft cheer.
He forcefully pushed aside the beautiful women surrounding him and accurately threw themselves into his arms.
Yi Mu covered his face in embarrassment: Brother Zong, I'm sorry.
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