The front line of the war has approached Baghdad, the capital of Iraq. The originally bustling city was now covered in a bleak haze, and the sound of gunfire in the distance made it difficult for everyone living here to sleep.
Of course, this is for the people who live here.
For "foreign friends" like Roberts and Jiang Chen, they still drink when they should drink and have fun when they should. Everything that happens here has nothing to do with them.
The lights were swaying in the dance hall of the bar, and the heavy metal rap that sounded like a ghost was piercing everyone's eardrums. The Lebanese beauty in the middle of the dance floor twisted her body like a water snake vigorously, and shook her long dark blond hair, whether it was dyed or original. The men watching on the edge of the dance floor let out wolf howls and spilled the Franklins in their hands in exchange for the dancer's more exciting moves.
Next to the brightly lit bar counter, the black bartender placed the cocktails in front of Roberts and Jiang Chen. It is said that this bar is owned by a British person, and most of the people who patronize it are foreign soldiers serving in the bar, overseas workers, and journalists.
No one here has to worry about the damn war. Even if the fighting reaches the door, their country's troops will come to cover their retreat.
I have to say, this is really enviable. No matter where you are, the motherland will be your strong backing. A sense of security that strong condemnation, expressions of concern and consultations cannot bring.
But in contrast, as far as the evacuation of overseas Chinese is concerned, China has done a very good job.
"Bon voyage." Roberts raised his glass.
"Have a nice trip." Jiang Chen drank a drink with him, then raised his head and took a sip.
This cocktail tastes very strange. In addition to alcohol, it is mixed with many strange things.
"I heard that alcohol is prohibited here." Jiang Chen shook the crystal wine glass and looked at the beautiful woman writhing on the stage with pleasure.
"That's for believers. The owner of this store has a very strong background and has a franchise. And most of the people who patronize this place are American soldiers serving in military bases or mercenaries from Blackwater. Occasionally, there are two extremes. If guys come to cause trouble, they will be kicked out quickly. We don’t even need security here." Roberts laughed and took a sip of wine.
"For these guys who may die at any time, only this kind of high-intensity stimulation can make them relax a little and regain the feeling of being alive." Roberts narrowed his eyes and said.
Guys who may die at any time refer not only to the soldiers patrolling on bombs, but also to businessmen like Roberts who sell arms.
Jiang Chen's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and he was also lost in thought. He thought of the devastated apocalypse and the people struggling there...
Not that I'm sympathetic.
It just feels like he himself is the kind of guy who could die at any time
Forget it, just be careful when doing things in the future.
After shaking his head, Jiang Chen raised his head and took a sip.
"Handsome guy, why don't you have a drink?" Two beauties from Central Asia wearing navel-baring outfits walked up to Jiang Chen and Roberts and winked at them.
"Which one do you want?" Roberts whistled at the two beauties, then glanced at him ambiguously, "Lebanese beauties, I'm treating you."
"I don't want any of them. I'm a little dizzy and want to go to bed early. I have to catch a flight tomorrow." Jiang Chen didn't know why he was not interested. He sighed and threw the wine glass on the bar.
"Don't be like a middle-aged man, man. Haha, those two are mine." Roberts laughed, took the two beauties into his arms, and took advantage of his drunkenness to soak up the oil, attracting A burst of laughter.
Gently rubbing his aching temples, Jiang Chen grinned and stood up.
Dragging his brain numbed by alcohol, he walked towards the door in a daze, leaving the roar of heavy metal music and the cheers full of desire behind him...
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Pushing open the hotel door, Jiang Chen, smelling of alcohol, fell onto the soft bed and fell asleep.
Ayesha, who was curled up on the side, frowned slightly when she smelled the pungent smell of alcohol, but then she sighed.
After all, he is not a believer...
As soon as she arrived at the Babylon Hotel, Jiang Chen took her here. Not only did he let her take a hot bath, he also took her to eat a hot lunch, and then asked the waitress to go to a nearby shopping mall to buy some clean clothes for her. In principle, this is not within the scope of the waiter's job, but in the face of tipping, the principle is not an issue.
After settling Aisha, Jiang Chen left the hotel.
I didn’t come back until almost early in the morning.
Ayesha was not sleeping at the moment. She had already regarded herself as Jiang Chen's wife and was waiting cautiously for the man to come home. This is what her mother taught her, but her mother could not see the day when her daughter got married.
In fact, whether they will get married or not is still unknown. Aisha has heard that many countries in the world are monogamous. For her, the "wife" who was picked up, she didn't expect anything like her status. As long as Jiang Chen doesn't throw her away, she will be very satisfied...
At this moment, Aisha had already washed herself and put on clean clothes.
That exotic face has a hint of budding beauty. However, the expressionless expression made this beauty very dusty. The thin body looks slightly malnourished, but the decent lines have been outlined by the clothes that are not very loose. I believe that with a little conditioning, Ayesha can become as beautiful as her mother.
There are many beauties in her motherland.
But in this desert, beauty is a sin...
Different from Xia Shiyu's pretentious aloofness, her pupils exude a kind of pure indifference, which seems to be indifference to life? Jiang Chen couldn't see it, but he could vaguely feel something.
Having witnessed the tragic death of her parents, she had already shed all the tears of fear and sadness, and even the emotion of hatred had disappeared. She was used to seeing death along the way, which even gave her a sense of the thinness of her own life.
If she is about to suffer a torture more painful than death, she can even make the choice to die calmly. This is the logic that war has taught her, a cruel logic.
Fortunately, such a choice did not happen in the end, and the kind-hearted Easterner accepted himself...
Ayesha endured the overwhelming smell of alcohol and laid Jiang Chen down on the bed. Then she took out a wet towel dipped in hot water from the bathroom and applied it to Jiang Chen's forehead.
By God, this place is like heaven...
The white bed is decorated with indescribable beauty. She has never been so happy, and she cherishes this hard-won happiness very much.
After wiping the sweat off Jiang Chen's face, Aisha's cold, wolf-like pupils gradually revealed a gentle expression. The fingertips that touched Jiang Chen's chest hesitated for a moment. Ayesha took a deep breath, then made up her mind and unbuttoned Jiang Chen's clothes.
Putting aside the sweat-soaked clothes, Ayesha blushed slightly as she looked at the muscular figure. However, she still stretched out her trembling hand, gently wrung out the towel dipped in hot water, held it in her hand, and gently wiped Jiang Chen's body.
"Hmm... Huh..." Jiang Chen snored vaguely, startling Aisha who was holding her breath.
Seeing that Jiang Chen just turned over and didn't wake up, Ayesha's racing heart calmed down.
She obviously didn't do anything wrong, but she was afraid that he would wake up suddenly. With this unknown nervousness, Ayesha bit her lower lip gently.
Seeing that his breathing began to become even again, Ayesha made up her mind again, stretched out her trembling little hand, and wiped the sweat from his back.
Although she was determined, she was not mentally prepared yet. Perhaps this was the reason for her uneasiness.
"Sun Jiao... Hehe... Yao Yao..." Jiang Chen muttered in confusion, turned over as if he was hot, and grabbed Ayesha's little hand randomly.
Aisha was startled by Jiang Chen's actions and froze there motionless.
Sun Jiao... Yao Yao? It should be the name of the hostess.
Although she doesn't speak Chinese, the so-called woman's intuition is such a scary and sensitive thing.
However, when she heard the two names, Ayesha breathed a sigh of relief.
But at the same time, an unknown feeling also surged into my heart.
envy? jealousy? It seems impossible to say... Or is it just a pure uneasiness
Looking at Jiang Chen's sleeping face with some confusion, Ayesha buried her head inexplicably. Just when she suddenly came to her senses and realized her shameful behavior, Jiang Chen suddenly turned over, wrapping her up and pressing her down.
What to do... Will it be eaten directly? Her face instantly turned red, and her originally indifferent pupils began to look alternately confused and panicked. She completely forgot that she was the one who leaned forward first, and her brain was completely confused by this sudden scene.
But... It feels like this isn't bad, since we have to get to this point anyway. Ayesha persuaded herself in her heart, bit her lip, and wrapped her trembling hands around Jiang Chen's neck obediently.
Compared to being treated as a sex slave by devil-like thugs, and being kept inhumanely in a livestock shed as a commodity and reward, this ending is really better.
At least, my purity is only dedicated to one person, and I will only serve one person from now on... Aisha successfully convinced herself, suppressed her racing heart, suppressed the raw shame in her heart, He brought his lips close to the slit that was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.
Is this a tempting crime
Or should I say add fuel to the fire
I believe everyone will understand what happens after drinking without too much explanation.
(So it is logical to omit 10,000 words)
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Half asleep and half awake, Jiang Chen felt as if he had arrived in heaven. The beautiful maid fed fresh grapes dipped in rain and dew to his mouth, and he ate them without hesitation. Not only delicious grapes, but also sweet wine, mellow juice, and the joy of release...
etc! Why is there the pleasure of release
Hmm... Maybe it's because I'm sweating.
No matter what, I enjoyed it anyway.
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(Checked twice, yes, there should be no problem.)
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