"Sister Ping is really beautiful, you are really blessed!" The waitress boasts.

I am stupefied, smiling sitting at the table, thought what Ping Ping is doing in next room, bought the waitress?

The waitress wears a cap of white napkin on my breast, with her gentle movements, and then picks up the knife and fork, for my cutting saucer on steak. I am shocked: "Let me do it by myself! I only eat fruits, vegetables, and don't eat meat."

The waitress smiles as flower: "I am particularly from the government to serve you, hope you to give me a chance."

I return my feeling and first look at her, and find her nice face with beautiful eyes, the skin delicate, slender figure uniform, although she is no gorgeous as the Ping Ping but she is also a rare beauty.

When I look at her, her face flying out of a piece of red cloud and eyes shining with teasing way says "My name is Jeanne, No. thirteen, a virgin, whether you have any request, I will try my best to make you satisfied."

My heart is a swing, it is know that government spy system from around secret recruited some groups of beauty, used for target personnel to sex, in order to achieve the greedy purposes; this rumour appears to be true.

Suddenly another kind of emotional replacing my mind, what is the power that makes the girl as a flower who let people picking arbitrarily? If our society system directly is this source of power, then it is definitely not human ideal society, so Mr. Heming and the rebels could represent the justice, which is understandable.

Even be startled at first, why I do not have this kind of rebel mind, more feeling for the UN force is the honourable thing?

Jeanne twisted to sit by my side, make grand gestures to cut all kinds of size of precious fruit lump in my plate, and to fill a cup of bean milk. The distributed spaces around me all have her body smell.