Right now, it's the peak of summer, and the weather is getting hotter, almost like a single matchstick could ignite the air.
At around two or three in the afternoon, it's the hardest time to endure.
The road is scorching, and it feels like if you step on it, the asphalt would turn soft.
At South Sea airport, an attractively dressed woman stands by the roadside.
She's wearing a deep V-neck shirt and a black silk mini-skirt.
People look at her and feel even hotter.
A man comments about her to his friend:
"I wonder how much someone like that would cost."
This world is strange. Even when beautiful women do nothing, they become highly talked about.
Those who can't have the grapes always vividly describe how sour they must be.
"Look at her so proud, but if a Porsche pulls up, she'd run faster than anyone else."
Birds of a feather flock together, and people of the same kind lump together.
The sleazy guy's good friend is also sleazy, or maybe he just echoes his friend's comments.
