Houhai.
It was not yet eight.
A crescent moon hung in the sky. Night had already fallen.
Although he had made it sound like a big deal when he invited Luo Haiting over on the phone, Dong Xuebin was not hungry at all. He was mainly "craving it." Listlessly, he checked the kitchen refrigerator and saw that there were still enough ingredients, all vegetables he had bought that morning, along with one or two plates of leftovers from lunch. He did not hurry to cook. Instead, he wandered out into the courtyard and sat beneath the Toona sinensis tree, his fingers constantly tapping against the stone table with a clatter. His mind was a complete mess. Why had he invited Sister Luo over?
What was he supposed to do?
Wasn't this just messing around?
Was he really going to let her stay the night?
The battle with Fang Wenping that afternoon had put Dong Xuebin in an awful mood and left him utterly pent-up. All he could think about was finding a woman to share some tenderness with. Yet no one had been free when he called, and having lost his composure, he had invited Luo Haiting over. But now that he thought about it, he should not have invited Sister Luo of all people. Over the past few years in the system, including when he and Luo Haiting had worked at the same unit, there had indeed been a certain ambiguity between them. More than once, Sister Luo had "accidentally" pressed her breasts against his shoulder or back from behind. Dong Xuebin also enjoyed eating and chatting with her, but that was as far as it had gone. Neither of them had ever made anything clear. After all, Sister Luo had a husband, and her child was not young