"No need, I like it very much!" The pretty girl took a sip of cappuccino, and there was milk foam on the corner of her mouth. She licked it, which was silently tempting.
He Ziqian watched, his Adam's apple bobbing.
The pretty woman pretended not to see her reaction and continued, "I didn't mean anything by asking you out. I just felt that we came from the same place and wanted to find someone to talk to and communicate in our native language."
He Ziqian thought, if it weren't for my aunt and the others giving me a heads-up, I would have almost gotten away with it.
Are you all alone here?
The pretty woman nodded: "My mother brought me here illegally five years ago. Later, she died of illness. I have no relatives or friends, and I have no job or education. I can only do my current job to support myself. I don't dare to go back."
He Ziqian paused for a moment: "I guess I can wash dishes?"
The pretty girl mocked, "She's been through the wringer, but she's not bad-looking. She's been bullied and has nowhere to complain, so she can only give up." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and everyone who saw her wanted to save her.
He Ziqian was almost moved by her pity: "Do you want to go back?"
“I think so.” The pretty girl nodded. “I’ve had enough of this kind of life. But how can I go back? Or rather, there’s no one worth going back to.”
Staring intently at by the beautiful woman, as if she were his lifeline, He Ziqian was almost deceived by her gaze, realizing that she was only saying this to gain his sympathy.
He remembered his aunt's advice and, with a knowing look, asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"If you don't mind that I'm dirty, you can talk to me more. I'm afraid that if I stay here too long, I'll forget my mother tongue." The pretty girl pleaded with her eyes, her request really not high.
Few people can refuse such a small request.
He Ziqian couldn't refuse either: "Okay, I'm free anyway. If I have time, I can keep you company and talk to you."
He Ziqian introduced himself: "My name is He Ziqian, and I'm from Beijing." He looked at the beautiful woman and asked with a smile, "I still don't know your name?"
“Zhang Juan is my name back home. Here, everyone calls me Lingzi.” Zhang Juan joked, “Isn’t my name a bit old-fashioned? I also have an English name, Linda, which I really like. You can call me Linda too.”
He Ziqian's emotional intelligence is on point: "It doesn't matter what you're called, it's just a code name, as long as the person I know is you."
Zhang Juan thought to herself, "I didn't expect you to have such a scumbag vibe."
If I don't lie to you, who else am I lying to?
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