Chapter 1517 - 1024: Girls’ Night Talk
For Duanmu Huai, eliminating these Evil Spirits was as easy as flipping his hand. Not only that, he also happened to meet Aiko, this Spicy Girl.
Well, that could be considered a major plus.
After that, Aiko seemed to develop some interest in Duanmu Huai. Considering that Duanmu Huai was skilled and generous, she even took the initiative multiple times to invite him to a hotel. Naturally, Duanmu Huai wouldn’t refuse. To be honest, he quite enjoyed that kind of relationship—one without too much emotional entanglement.
The bond between Naruse Mio, Mary, and Duanmu Huai was good, so Duanmu Huai naturally wouldn’t easily act toward them. After all, to Duanmu Huai, Mary was an important companion, and as for Naruse Mio... he considered her more like a cute little sister.
Frankly speaking, the relationships among the group were relatively complicated, so Duanmu Huai didn’t want to make things messier.
Something simple like Aiko’s arrangement worked well—go out for a date, have a meal, head to a hotel, and then leave some pocket money. Afterward, it’s just "Uncle, see you next time," neat and without any hassle or drama. To Duanmu Huai, this setup was ideal.
As for why Aiko, clearly a high schooler, would do this kind of thing, Duanmu Huai didn’t ask, and Aiko didn’t explain. After all, anyone stepping into this line of work must have their reasons. But Duanmu Huai wasn’t the kind of clueless person to pry—he had once heard a joke about how Hong Kong’s working girls thought mainland guests were the funniest. After finishing the business, they’d sit there, smoke a cigarette, and start advising the girl not to work like this at such a young age...
Duanmu Huai wasn’t that naive. Take those bar hostesses, for instance; some might be forced by gangs or pressured due to parents’ debts, compelled to take up the job. But those like Aiko, casually hunting for clients at roadside stalls—well, ninety-nine percent of the time, it’s voluntary. Why she’d choose to do this, though... Aiko kept her mouth shut, and Duanmu Huai wouldn’t ask.
Besides, even if you did ask, she could just make up a tragic tale of being orphaned, homeless, and wandering for survival—you’d still have nothing to do with it, right?