Lin Dongxue returned to Peng Sijue's car with a very frustrated expression. Peng Sijue glanced at her and said nothing to show concern.

Lin Dongxue said, “Have you had this experience before?”

“...”

“If you were eating a good cake and a cockroach suddenly appeared in the middle, wouldn’t it be disgusting?”

“I don't quite understand what you want to express.”

“Why do men need to go to this kind of place?”

“What kind of place?”

“Prostitute houses!”

“Liking good things is human nature[1]. Rather than saying that everyone has desires, it’s better to say that desire is the basis of human nature. But there are some people who have unlawful ways of venting this desire.”

“If your good friend goes to that kind of place, what would you think?”

“I wouldn’t think about it...