City H
Zhu Moli lay on the bed, her stomach pain making her curl up like a shrimp. She clenched her fists and pressed them against her stomach, gritting her teeth in hatred.
After running back from the countryside, she returned to her original home. The furnishings hadn't changed, but there was not the slightest trace of life.
She searched the entire house, but couldn't find a single cent. She had just graduated from university and hadn't even started looking for a job when she was blacklisted from employment.
To survive, she had no choice but to do the lowest job of serving drinks in a bar. Fortunately, the bar didn't care who she was, and she started working under a fake name.
Every night, those sleazy men would touch her all over, and she felt utterly disgusted. But there was nothing she could do; she needed money to support herself.
