The screen on my phone suddenly lit up, showing a six-digit password for WeChat. No front desk, no awkward eye contact—everything was handled quietly online. I pulled my hat down and followed the navigation to the closed door.
This was my third time here. To be honest, five years ago, I wouldn’t have even given this place a second glance. But now, at thirty, with my hairline pulling back and my wallet usually empty, I’ve actually found some rare peace here.
It’s a typical engineer thing—always calculating input and return.
How much does a decent relationship cost nowadays? A nice dinner is at least five hundred yuan, and holiday gifts can easily run into thousands. And that’s just the money part. What’s even tougher is you have to be constantly on edge, trying to figure out what they really mean, always providing emotional support, and ready for them to check up on you at any moment. In the end, there are often major hurdles like bride prices and housing. That uncertainty feels like an endless gamble.
The electronic lock beeped open, and I pushed the door in.
The room was quiet. Under the warm yellow light, she sat still. There was no overwhelming scrutiny, no frantic calls asking, Where are you now? For guys like us who grew up loving anime, she was like a beautifully made, expensive life-sized figure. Her skin looked incredibly detailed, her expression gentle—the sight of her was more striking than many real people who try too hard to look good.
In this moment, I didn’t need to explain why I was working late again, didn’t have to apologize for replying a minute late, and didn’t have to worry if my bank account had enough for her.
Here, a few hundred yuan buys a perfectly quiet chunk of time. It’s a fair and efficient exchange. In this room, I feel completely accepted. In her almost human embrace, I can let go of all my pretense and defenses. She won’t reject me, won’t judge me, and won’t leave me tomorrow.
Maybe some people would call this escaping, or being weak. Perhaps. But in this competitive world, where emotions often come with a price tag, having a corner where you don’t have to be on guard, even if just for an hour, feels like a guy’s paradise.
When I left, the night air was a bit chilly. I glanced back at the door as it locked automatically, feeling no guilt at all. Instead, I felt that easy lightness you get from being recharged.
In this calculating adult world, the simple honesty of silicone feels almost touching compared to the complexity of human hearts.







