Inner room.
In the bathroom.
Dong Xuebin, his whole body aflame, went in and shut the door. He let out a long breath, catching the lingering scent of the shower gel Big Sister Zhang had used earlier. Looking down at the hand he had just taken off Big Sister Zhang's beautiful leg, he turned on the tap and splashed cold water over his face, forcibly calming himself down. It was also a way to put out the fire a little—otherwise, he really would not have been able to take it.
She was too much of a temptress.
This Big Sister Zhang was an old fox spirit.
Dong Xuebin was clearly no match for her. From beginning to end, he had been following Big Sister Zhang's rhythm, which left him feeling rather helpless.
Finished washing up.
After wiping his face, Dong Xuebin walked out of the bathroom.
By the bed, Zhang Longjuan, dressed in a dark red lace-trimmed gown, was sitting back against it with one leg crossed over the other and a faint smile on her face. She held a pack of cigarettes with English writing on it, flicked one out, and casually placed it between her lips. Seeing this, Dong Xuebin walked over and lit it for her with a lighter.
"Thanks." Zhang Longjuan smiled and took a drag.
Dong Xuebin's cigarette craving flared up, and he wanted to light one up and try the foreign cigarettes too.
But Zhang Longjuan reached out and offered him the cigarette holder. Smiling, she said, "Same old rule. Just take two puffs. We can talk about it after your injury heals."
Dong Xuebin lowered his head, took it between his lips, and inhaled deeply.
Zhang Longjuan drew back the hand holding the cigarette and took a puff herself.
Big Sister Zhang seemed