Women are really a creature that is hard to understand. They can be diligent, clean, lazy and cowardly. These two opposing attributes can be perfectly reflected in the same individual, and even reach extremes.

woman!

Just like those women who can often be seen on the street, most of them... are worthy of the word "beautiful". Even if they are really not capable of innate hardware and are not so beautiful, they can definitely see "taste". Even if they have no taste, there is always "clean".

Give an example

There is such a woman who is very clean. Her hair is not only cleaned, but also uses various conditioners, strange essences to make it look softer and shiny... She treats her skin meticulously and does not tolerate any dust. She also needs to be carefully maintained by her hands, feet, arms, thighs and even lips. Every time she takes a shower, the bottles and jars she uses to clean herself are so numerous that it makes people laugh. Anyway, she has a paranoid paranoia about almost all parts on her body, making herself as clean as a factory-style hard drive.

She is also very tasteful, which can be seen from her attention to clothing, accessories, hairstyles, and even small details that others have noticed or not noticed. She wishes to carefully study from the color matching of shoelaces and nails to the angle of upturned false eyelashes.

And these, coupled with her already good appearance, can naturally match the word "beautiful"...

In short, if someone takes a look at her, she will feel that she is a person who loves life, is strict with herself, is neat and clean, and is beautiful at the same time as her appearance.

But...the above are just part of her.

The other side of her is laziness

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Speaking of which, have you seen the places where women really live?

Their dormitory, their own room, those places that others cannot see...

If you really see the boudoirs of the goddesses that shine in your mind...

Hahaha, please allow me to laugh.

Ahem...

You will be shocked, no no no, the word shock is too superficial...

Your worldview will collapse! You will be unable to help shouting: "Damn it!".

Don't believe it, this is the truth.

According to a statistics from "No matter what the hell it comes from", more than 90% of women have a clean and neat environment that is far lower than the bottom line of all the men they come into contact with... That is to say, most of the bedrooms of a beautiful woman are not as clean as those of the otaku who licks her photos every day.

Now, the bedroom in front of you is a typical "sloppy" female bedroom.

For a bedroom, the space itself is quite large, but it seems very crowded due to the various messy things being piled up randomly.

The closest to the door is a very high-end princess bed, which seems to reflect that the owner of the bedroom is a girlish woman. However, the bedding on the bed has obviously not been washed for a long time, and it is piled up randomly, and there are traces of old aunts on the pink sheets.

Opposite the bed was a row of extremely large wardrobes, with so many clothes inside that they stretched out the cabinet door, and they fell to the ground like a landslide. Of course, no one went to clean up.

The chairs next to them are also full of clothes, piled up like hills. It can be imagined that when the owner of the bedroom wants to wear clothes, he will plunge into the wardrobe and flip it around. He will find it and pull it out, and throw it on the chair if he pulls it wrongly.

The shoes were thrown all over the floor, one in the east and the other, and there were a few dirty socks that couldn't tell the original color!

In the corner of the wall, there were stacks of shoe boxes, which could be seen as not cheap, but there seemed to be a layer of silk floss made of dust on it, which obviously hadn't moved for a long time. Next to the box were a few leftover instant noodles buckets, with a pool of red and yellow oil and water, with green or white foam floating on it.

The above occupies two-thirds of the space in the dormitory.

The rest of the place is filled with garbage. Plastic bags, snack slags, used tissues, socks, underwear, melon seed skins, beverage bottles...

Well,...the whole bedroom is almost like this.

But in this outrageously harsh environment, I have an amazingly pure land.

Opposite the door, close to the window... there is a dressing table.

The many cosmetics on the stage are neatly arranged. The mirrors and desktops are very clean and they are often wiped at a glance. Outside the window, facing the bustling street, it is a little bustling. The sunlight passes through the window and falls on a plant that cannot be named by the window. Anyway, all of this seems to exist in another style...

In front of the dressing table, there was a woman sitting. A very beautiful woman, very young, should be about 25 years old. Her face was tilted, and she looked a little mature. Whether it was her skin or figure, it would make people unable to help but look at her. She was even more beautiful than those women who were radiating on the screen. These charming things were all concentrated on a woman. I have to say that she must belong to the kind of favored by God. At this moment, she was wearing a white T-shirt, holding her cheek with one hand, looking out the window thoughtfully. Her almost transparent skin and the bulge on her chest made people feel involuntarily in a moment, but soon, she was pulled back to reality by the old oil stains buried in the collar.

That's such a woman...

Her name no longer matters... Anyway, most people who really know her now like to call her "nurse" directly.

Although she has not been a nurse for many years, now she is just...eating, sleeping, watching TV shows, shopping, skin care, bathing, and fitness, using most of her energy to make herself more beautiful, and at the same time, she makes her bedroom more incapable of being able to get her feet.

...

"Bang"

A very small explosion sound

A man wearing a baseball cap suddenly appeared behind the woman. At the same time as him, Lin Fan, who was covered in bruises and could only hum without any ability.

The "nurse" naturally heard this voice, and she also knew that two people suddenly appeared behind her. In the past month, every day, these two people appeared in her bedroom, and she had long been used to it.

So she still maintained the posture she had just now, and was lazy to look back and take a look.

"It's really..." The gangster wearing a baseball cap really doesn't understand why a woman can be so sloppy, but he also knows that nothing he says is useless, so he just muttered in a low voice.

The nurse didn't care at all, and looked out the window blankly. Suddenly, she seemed to feel something, turned her head and looked directly at the other party's left foot, and then showed a playful expression: "Oh, you are injured too."

The baseball cap turned his head unconvincedly: "Tsk... I'm just careless."

"Oh...I know, I was accidentally..." the nurse responded, but what was revealed in her tone was definitely not literal.

The baseball cap was a little embarrassed for a moment, and he was angry and had nowhere to vent his anger. He had to shout fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and help me treat it!"

The nurse chuckled. Although the sarcasm was obvious, her smile still looked very good: "Oh, I know you are very anxious. After all, it is quite shameless to make a novice like this. The wound is quite deep... oh... um, sorry. 20 seconds... 20 seconds will be fine!"

She tried hard to hold back her laughter, and it seemed very painful.

The man wearing a baseball hat angrily "cut" and kicked a Coke bottle at his feet: "Amin said, you have to speed up the progress. Next month, you may also go to the training ground."

The nurse put away her smile, nodded, and said the word "ok".

The other party nodded...

The conversation between the two did not continue. The awkward atmosphere passed another 5 seconds. The man in the baseball cap swayed his left foot and stomped hard again.

"Okay?" he asked

"Well, that's OK." The nurse said, then glanced at Lin Fan who was lying on the ground and humming: "Come and pick him up in two hours."

"Oh..." The baseball cap agreed casually, then shaking, and with a clear sound... it disappeared, as if it didn't want to stay in this place for more.

The nurse looked down at Lin Fan, who was extremely miserable, shook his head helplessly, then turned his head and touched the plants in the flowerpot on the windowsill, and then didn't know what to think about.

And Lin Fan was thrown into a pile of messy paper confetti, clothes, and drink bottles, which was quite pitiful.

But soon... his humming began to gradually decrease...

He felt very comfortable, his wounds didn't hurt so much, and he was even a little warm and itchy...

He knew that the woman in front was unusual. Although she didn't even touch herself, as long as she stayed around her, the damage in her body was quickly recovering...

The blood stasis was dissipating, the strain of the muscles began to reverse, and the bones began to condense and become solid again.

This feeling of being soaked in warmth was very wonderful, which made him fall asleep.

He has been like this every day of the past month, fighting... in fact, he is just being beaten until he is exhausted. After coming here, his body will return to the original state of the past few hours, and then he will return to that small room and repeat all this the next day.

Indeed, such "training" makes one's sense of fighting become very sensitive, and the body is constantly becoming stronger. Even the time for self-hypnosis is slowly extending...

But this is not the life he wants...oh... When will such a day end?
Chapter completed!