"Don't come any closer, I've been trained."
Eliza took a step back, her voice becoming shrill. The man let out a slow whistle and strolled leisurely towards her, with his hands tucked in his trouser pockets. He leaned slightly forward and gave a smirk.
Eliza noticed that when he laughed, his lips tilted slightly to the left which made his grin look especially mischievous.
"Trained? Trained in what? Getting into bed or having babies?"
He taunted sarcastically, slowing down his words, clear and crisp, causing Eliza's face to crimson with embarrassment. She chuckled coldly, suddenly bending down to pick up a bucket of paint from the ground and fiercely splashing it towards the man.
He was only four steps away from her; she moved too swiftly for him to dodge completely, and the paint splashed onto his right shoulder. He was wearing a white shirt with dark flowers, a style that was popular th

Cupid's Touch Hotel!
A changing room, separated by a screen, where the sexy figures of male models were projected onto the screen... No, she means, from the other side, their figures were also on the screen!
It was originally a shopping mall here, how come it has become a love hotel now? If she had known it was this, she really would have considered whether to come or not.
The hotel, because of its opening, had planned a sexy lingerie show.
Eliza withdrew her gaze from those sexy figures, picked up two pieces of black gauze with her fingers, her heart pounding.
Oh my God, save me please! She does not resist looking at men, but how dare she wear this thing herself and go out, and also shake on the stage?
Quinn has changed already, a red sexy outfit, explosive physique, long legs! Sitting in front of the mirror, applying a big makeup brush with shiny powder on her chest, her skin is slight

The ladder suddenly shook, and she quickly grabbed it in fear. The paintbrush slipped from her hand and dropped onto the man in the floral shirt. He changed his expression and started scolding, "Damn it, this shirt cost me hundreds. Get off the ladder now."
Although Eliza couldn't hear clearly, she knew that she had encountered a genuine thug. She should have properly closed the rolling door earlier. She only closed it halfway, giving these people an opportunity.
Several men became impatient, so they shook the ladder fiercely. Eliza couldn't hold on to it securely anymore and dropped from above, landing heavily on the ground. Before she could cry out in pain, the men dragged her up and started pulling her outside.
"Let go, what's going on? How can you just grab someone like that? I'm calling the police."
She screamed. This small street was newly built and mostly populated with new businesses. Only a few stores were open late for work. Upon hearing the cry, some workers extended their heads to take a glance, then quickly retracted. They dared not provoke these underworld figures. In this society, there were many who would choose to avoid trouble, few who would take a stand for justice.
A black off-road vehicle was parked outside. The driver was a young man with a buzz cut. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a cigarette. Seeing her being dragged out, he tapped his cigarette to shed the ashes and said in a languid tone, "Jake is your boyfriend, right? He eloped with my woman and my money. Do you know where they've gone?"
The lighting was so dim, he was turned sideways, so she couldn't hear anything clearly! She forcefully shook off the two smelly hands holding her and yelled, "I'm deaf. I can't hear a damn thing you're saying. If you have something to ask, write it down!"
She was angry and her tone was abrupt, which sounded strange. The buzz-cut man was surprised and turned his face towards her. The light shone on her face, which was stained with some paint, and her long hair cascaded down softly onto her chest. Her catlike eyes glared coldly at him.
He whistled, threw away his cigarette, opened the car door, and came out. He looked her up and down and shouted, "Pretty spicy, and interesting. Fine, I don't want the money anymore. Just join me for a night."
This time he was facing her. She looked straight at him in the light. This thug was quite young, with a distinct nose and a faint scar at the end of his eyebrow. He resembled the men in Korean dramas, except his words were aggravating her. Watching his moving mouth, she was infuriated. Were all men like this, viewing women as nothing more than tools?
She glared at him fiercely, turned around, and walked back into the store, shouting, "If there's nothing else, then scram."
The floral shirt men all started whistling. She quickly went back into the shop, reaching out to pull down the rolling door. The man followed her in swiftly, deftly rolling under the roller door that was pulled down to knee height.
Once inside, he looked up at the hand-drawn paintings on the wall and whistled again. "Babe, your paintings aren't bad."
The men outside started laughing. "Sam, take your time. We're off, okay?"
"Go ahead."
The man snapped his fingers and put one hand in his pocket, looking at Eliza. Eliza quickly picked up a metal dustpan from the floor, glaring at the man and said, "Get out of here, or you'll regret it."
The man snorted dismissively. Eliza only felt a softness in her hand, and the metal dustpan was taken away by him and was thrown towards the roller door with a clang.

"Don't come any closer, I've been trained."
Eliza took a step back, her voice becoming shrill. The man let out a slow whistle and strolled leisurely towards her, with his hands tucked in his trouser pockets. He leaned slightly forward and gave a smirk.
Eliza noticed that when he laughed, his lips tilted slightly to the left which made his grin look especially mischievous.
"Trained? Trained in what? Getting into bed or having babies?"
He taunted sarcastically, slowing down his words, clear and crisp, causing Eliza's face to crimson with embarrassment. She chuckled coldly, suddenly bending down to pick up a bucket of paint from the ground and fiercely splashing it towards the man.
He was only four steps away from her; she moved too swiftly for him to dodge completely, and the paint splashed onto his right shoulder. He was wearing a white shirt with dark flowers, a style that was popular this year. The shirt was slim-fitted, accentuating his solid muscles. The paint quickly soaked through

Chapter 11