Chapter 51 Aisha's Determination
The front line of the war has approached Baghdad, the capital of Iraq. The originally prosperous city is now covered with a bleak haze, and the sound of artillery fire in the distance makes 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 it's time to drink, and they still have fun when it's time to have fun. Everything that happened here has nothing to do with them.
The lights flickered in the bar's ballroom, and the rap-like heavy metal rap stabbed everyone's eardrums. The Lebanese beauty in the middle of the dance floor vigorously twisted her body like a water snake, tossing the long dark blonde hair that was dyed or original. The men watching on the edge of the dance floor let out a wolf howl and spilled Franklin in their hands in exchange for more exciting movements from the dancer.
Beside the brightly lit bar counter, the black bartender put the prepared cocktails in front of Roberts and Jiang Chen. It is said that this bar is the property of a certain British, and most of the people who patronize it are foreign soldiers or overseas workers and journalists.
People here don't have to worry about the damn war, even if the battle hits the door, the troops of their country 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 cannot be brought about by strong condemnation, concern, and consultation.
However, in terms of the evacuation of overseas Chinese, the Celestial Dynasty has done a very good job.
"Good luck." Roberts toasted.
"The journey is smooth." Jiang Chen had a drink with him, then raised his head and took a sip.
The taste of this cocktail is very strange, and I don't know how many strange things are mixed in other than alcohol.
"I heard that alcohol is banned here." Jiang Chen shook the crystal wine glass and looked at the beautiful woman writhing on the stage.
"That's for the believers. The owner of this store is very tough and has franchise rights. And most of the people who visit here are American soldiers serving in military bases or mercenaries from Blackwater, and occasionally there are two extreme points. Guys come to make trouble, and they will be kicked out very quickly. There is not even a security guard 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 feel alive again." Roberts narrowed his eyes.
The guy who could be killed at any time, not only the soldiers patrolling on the bombs, but also the arms dealers like Roberts.
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 to say sympathy.
It just feels like he is the kind of guy who can die at any time?
Forget it, be careful in the future.
Shaking his head, Jiang Chen also raised his head and took a sip.
"Handsome guy, why don't you have a drink?" The two Central Asian beauties wearing navel-baring outfits walked up to Jiang Chen and Roberts, and gave them a wink.
"Which one do you want?" Roberts whistled at the two beauties, then glanced at him ambiguous, "Lebanese beautiful girl, my treat."
"I don't want any of them. I'm a little dizzy. I want to go to bed early. I have to catch a flight tomorrow." Jiang Chen didn't have much interest for some reason.
With a sigh, he threw the wine glass on the bar.
"Don't act like a middle-aged old man, man. Haha, those two belong to me." Roberts laughed and took both beauties into his arms. A smirk.
Gently rubbing his astringent temples, Jiang Chen grinned and stood up.
Dragging his brain paralyzed by alcohol, he walked to the door in a drowsy manner, leaving the roar of heavy metal music and cheers full of (desire) behind him...
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Pushing open the hotel door, Jiang Chen slumped on the soft bed with the smell of alcohol all over his body, and then fell asleep.
When Aisha, who was curled up, smelled the pungent wine, she frowned slightly, but then sighed.
He is not a believer after all...
As soon as she arrived at the Babylon Hotel, Jiang Chen brought her here. Not only let her take a hot bath, but also took her to a hot lunch, and then asked the waitress to go to a nearby mall to buy some clean clothes for her. In principle, this is not within the scope of the waiter's work, but in the face of tipping, the principle is not a problem.
After setting up Aisha, Jiang Chen left the hotel.
I didn't come back until it was almost midnight.
Aisha was not sleeping at the moment. She had already regarded herself as Jiang Chen's wife, and was cautiously waiting for the man to come home. This is what her mother taught her, but she can't see the day when her daughter gets married.
In fact, it is unknown whether she will get married or not. Aisha has heard of it more or less. Many countries in this world are monogamous. For her "wife" who was picked up, she didn't count on her status or anything. As long as Jiang Chen doesn't throw her away, she is already very satisfied...
At this moment, Aisha has washed and changed into clean clothes.
That exotic face has a faint budding beauty. However, the expressionless expression has made this beauty a lot dusty. The thin body is slightly malnourished, but the lines that are acceptable are already outlined by the less loose clothes. I believe that with a little conditioning, Aisha can become a beauty like her mother.
There are many beautiful women in her motherland.
In this desert, however, 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 with her own eyes, she has already drained the tears of fear and sadness, and even the emotion of hatred has disappeared. She was accustomed to seeing death along the way, and even made her feel thin about her own life.
If she is about to suffer more pain than death, she can even make the choice to go to death calmly. This was the logic the war had taught her, a cruel logic.
Fortunately, such a choice did not happen in the end, and the kind oriental accepted himself...
Aisha endured the smell of alcohol and put Jiang Chen on the bed to lie down. Then, she took out a wet towel dipped in hot water from the bathroom and put it on Jiang Chen's forehead.
Allah is above, this place is like heaven...
The white bed is decorated with indescribable beauty. She has never been so happy before, and she cherishes this hard-won happiness very much.
Wiping the sweat off Jiang Chen's face, Aisha's wolf-like indifferent pupils gradually revealed a gentle look. The fingertips that touched Jiang Chen's chest hesitated for a moment. Aisha took a deep breath, but she made up her mind and unbuttoned Jiang Chen's clothes.
Putting the sweat soaked clothes aside, Aisha blushed slightly when she looked at the strong figure. However, she still stretched out a trembling hand, gently wringed out the towel dipped in hot water, pinched it in her hand, and gently wiped Jiang Chen's body.
"Um...huh..." Jiang Chen snorted vaguely, startling Aisha, who was holding her breath.
Seeing that Jiang Chen just turned over and didn't wake up, Aisha's beating heart calmed down.
Obviously he didn't do anything wrong, but he was afraid that he would wake up suddenly. With this unknown nervousness, Aisha lightly bit her lower lip.
Seeing that his breathing started to become even again, Aisha made up her mind again, stretched out a small trembling hand, and wiped the sweat from his back.
Although she made up her mind, she was not mentally prepared yet, perhaps this was the reason for her anxiety.
"Sun Jiao...hehe...Yao Yao..." Jiang Chen muttered a little confusedly, turning over as if he was so hot, and grabbing Aisha's little hand indiscriminately.
Aisha was taken aback by Jiang Chen's actions and froze there motionless.
Sun Jiao... Yao Yao? It should be the name of the hostess.
Although she can't speak Chinese, the so-called intuition of a woman is such a scary and sensitive thing.
However, when she heard the two names, Aisha was relieved.
But at the same time, an unknown feeling came to his mind.
envy? jealousy? It doesn't seem to tell...or is it just pure unease?
Looking at Jiang Chen's sleeping face with some complexity, Aisha buried her head in a mysterious way. Just when she suddenly came back to her senses and realized her shameful behavior, Jiang Chen suddenly turned over and wrapped her under him.
What to do...will it be eaten directly? Her face instantly turned red, and her originally indifferent pupils also began to alternate between confused and flustered expressions. She completely forgot that she was the first to lean on, and her mind was completely confused by this sudden scene.
But...it doesn't seem like it's bad, it's always going to be this way anyway. Aisha persuaded herself in her heart, bit her lip lightly, and obediently put her trembling hand around Jiang Chen's neck.
Compared with being treated as sex and slaves by devil-like thugs, and being kept in a barn as a commodity and reward without humanity, this ending is really too beautiful.
At least, my purity is only dedicated to one person, and I will only serve one person from now on... Aisha successfully persuaded herself, suppressing her pounding heart and suppressing the raw sense of shame in her heart, He brought his lips closer to the edge of the gap full of strong alcohol.
Is this a tempting crime?
Or should I say add fuel to the fire?
I believe that there is no need for too much explanation, and everyone will understand.
(So 10,000 words are naturally omitted)
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Between half-dreams and half-awakes, Jiang Chen only felt as if he had come to heaven. The glamorous maid fed fresh grapes dipped in rain and dew to his mouth, and he ate them without hesitation. Not just delicious grapes, but also sweet wines, mellow juices, and the joy of releasing...
and many more! Why is there the joy of release?
Hmm... maybe it's because of the sweat.
Regardless, it's a lot of fun.
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(I double-checked it twice, um, there should be no problem.)