Gu Xia wasn't in uniform, only wearing a black cotton-padded jacket, deep blue jeans, and white snow boots.
She also wore a beige hat, dressed rather like a high school student, which didn't arouse suspicion.
"Uh-huh, I'm interested in you. Want to step aside and chat?"
"Hehe… sure, make me feel good first, and I'll keep you company in any conversation." That guy looked frivolous.
Gu Xia laughed, "Let's go, I can definitely make you feel good."
The young man, seeing she was just a young girl, had no guard up.
He led Gu Xia into the backyard of a run-down barber shop.
It was a row of old bungalows, each room less than ten square meters with only a plank bed and no windows.
It was clearly a temporary workspace for streetwalkers; Gu Xia puzzled over how she had never discovered this hideout during patrols.
Damn, it was really well disguised…
As soon as the guy entered, he eagerly reached out to touch Gu Xia's face.
Gu Xia calmly seized his wrist and twisted it hard.
