Enough for five rations, and a box of bright red mouth grease.

Xiaomei has never seen lip fat before. She herself is a natural beauty, but because she lives in poverty, she doesn't even have a decent dress, let alone cosmetics. When she occasionally sees an oiran parading in the street, she still wants to wear it in her heart. Envious.

The prostitute Taro had a lot to say to Osamu Dazai, but seeing Xiaomei's surprised look and her face that was even more colorful after applying lip balm, he didn't say anything, but complained in private: "Don't mess with her!" Money and food are not enough to eat."

"It's okay, it's okay." He shook his legs, "She looks good and likes to dress up, doesn't she want to be pretty?"

"Next time I'll bring you back a box of rouge."

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