In another room, Yang Ao and Zhao Hong sat facing each other.
Zhao Hong fidgeted uneasily. She opened her mouth, closed it again, then finally worked up the courage to ask, "Brother Ao, could I have some meat and liquor today?"
She knew it was an unreasonable request. Completely unreasonable!
This was the apocalypse. Humanity no longer produced anything, resources were desperately scarce, and having anything to eat at all was already a blessing.
Yet here she was, asking for meat and liquor. She was really pushing her luck.
But she had no choice. Ma Sanxiong wanted them tonight, and she had to get them, even if it meant selling her dignity.
Yang Ao merely stared at her without speaking.
Seeing his reaction, Zhao Hong unbuttoned her blouse.
She bit her lip. "Brother Ao, if you agree, I'll do anything you want tonight. Even if you have any special kinks, I'll go along with them, no matter how many people are involved."
Yang Ao sighed and pulled her blouse closed. "Is it worth it?"
Zhao Hong stared in surprise at the hand pulling her blouse back into place. His words made her eyes redden again.
She had cried so much that day that her pretty, almond-shaped eyes had swollen like peaches.
"Brother Ao, it isn't a question of whether it's worth it. I owe him. I'd do anything for him. But don't worry. Ever since you and I... I haven't done it with him again. I know my place."
Although Zhao Hong always seemed meek and vulnerable, as though anyone could push her around,
the stubbornness in her bones was stronger than anyone else's. Once she made up her mind, no one could talk her out of it.
Yang Ao had known countless women, yet at that moment, he couldn't