C40 The dilemma of the demonic prostitute in the back mountain

I was convinced that Chen Yao was not such a person, so I walked to the door at a leisurely pace. There was a candle burning in the room, and without a sound, I poked a small hole in the window curtain and looked inside.

It was not a man, but a woman. Of course, this was my personal judgment, because there was a bathtub inside, and a woman was sitting in the middle of the room