[Tutor] The fighting power of snakes and scorpions is immeasurable

In the low-cost apartment where one person lives, all kinds of fashionable clothes and shoes are scattered on the floor in chaos. In the small room, there is a full-length mirror that occupies a large area. In front of the mirror, a woman wearing only underwear Holding a few colorful clothes in his hand, he kept gesticulating on his body.

"Well, I'm so distressed, I feel like I want to wear everything."

Cecia frowned slightly, probably because she just took a bath, the room was filled with thin water vapor, attached to her fair and delicate skin, it seemed that she could see the skin breathing.

"It's rare for me to take a few days off. I really don't want to stay in this dilapidated apartment." With a hint of disgust, she glanced at the place where she was, "That guy Nika is really stingy, the guild The gifted residence is actually such a place.”

What is meant by being able to live is enough. What the killer needs is the ability to overcome all difficult environments. That kind of thing is indispensable, but it can't be used as a reason for her to enjoy her ordinary life.

In this kind of house, she was almost suffocated.

Putting on a small fresh floral skirt and matching low-heeled sandals, she without makeup sketched a faint smile in the mirror.

Be a good girl every day today.

Walking on the streets of Sicily, Italy, there are very few such girls, and most of them are unrestrained and precocious girls influenced by the enthusiastic Italian folk customs.

Coupled with her black hair, black eyes and softer outline, many people will recognize her as an oriental woman, but her own western outline cannot be covered, so there are not many surprised eyes.

For Italian men, the local girls are indeed much more beautiful. Oriental girls can only be regarded as mediocre in their aesthetics.Although it cannot be said that it is all of them.

"Cesia."

A woman's slightly excited shout was heard from a distance, and a woman in overalls was trotting towards her when she looked away.

She recognized the woman, who used to be a waitress at a bar she used to frequent.

"Cesia, you haven't seen me for a long time." The woman walked up to Cesia with a hint of complaint, looked at Cesia's outfit, and then frowned, "This outfit is not at all suits you."

"You can't find a good man if you look like this. You always look pure and thin. Girls just need to be bold and unrestrained."

Be bold?The corner of my mouth twitched, although I understand what you mean, but why is the word bold and unconstrained put here, so weird?

Moreover, she didn't want to be entangled with those so-called good men at all.

"What are you doing, Lena?"

Looking at Lena who was still wearing work clothes, "Are you at work today?"

"Wow, that's terrible." Lena, who seemed to have just remembered what she was doing, wailed, "I will be scolded again when I go back. Really, I don't pay attention to the time every time."

Cecia just stroked the end of her hair, "If possible, can you buy me a drink today?"

Even though it was daytime, the lights in the bar were as dim as night, and there was no noise as imagined. Maybe it was because of the daytime, there were not many people in the bar, but there were a few regulars sitting around with unshaven beards chatting.

"How's the business going, old Phil?" He took a sip of the glass-like luster of the cocktail, and inserted into the conversation of the person next to him.

"It's just like this, Cecia, you haven't been here for a long time." Without any dissatisfaction at being interrupted, the old Philip turned around and faced Cecia, with a kind of expression in his eyes. The nostalgic feeling of seeing an old person whom I haven't seen for a long time.

"I'm too busy at work, there's nothing I can do." Spreading my hands helplessly, "Didn't you come here in a hurry after today's holiday?"

Even though he said that, there was no trace of impatience in it.

"I never knew what kind of job Cecia was doing." Another old man, Antonio, turned his head, "Also, you girl, you are obviously a beauty, but you dress up like this. Next time, tell my daughter to take care of you." Teach you what an Italian girl looks like."

"It's nothing to do with work, it's just a part-time job for others. As for dressing up, I think it's good." The repaired smooth nails tapped the glass lightly, lazily propping up his head with one hand, " Not interested in those men, and freed from harassment."

The author has something to say: In fact, our Aya is not a pure material at all.