Inside the room.
The temperature kept rising.
It was not only the hot air squeezing in through the windows. Zhang Longjuan, sprawled sensually on the sofa with plenty of skin exposed, had raised the temperature too. Her seductive allure was beyond description. Dong Xuebin did not know whether Sister Zhang felt hot, but watching her pose so alluringly made the fire in his heart race to the surface of his skin. He grew hotter and more restless by the second. He could look but not touch—beautiful but out of reach. It was torture.
"Ha, why have you been wiping sweat for so long?"
"Cough, cough. Hot. A little hot."
"Your Sister Zhang is hot too. Is the air conditioning off?"
"Seems like it. I'll turn it on. What temperature do you want?"
"Twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees is fine. Don't make it too cold. Your Sister Zhang is getting older, and her back is bad."
"Got it. I'll adjust it. Mm, oh, there. It's on."
When Dong Xuebin came back, he did not dare sit on the sofa again. He was afraid Sister Zhang would press her legs against him and trap him again; he truly could not take it. So he found a chair and sat beside her. Seeing that Zhang Longjuan seemed warm, he watched her reach out and undo the second and third buttons of her blouse. Her cleavage and the upper edge of her dark bra were exposed. Dong Xuebin was completely defeated by her. Just moments ago, in front of the city leaders and everyone else, Big Sister Zhang had looked elegant and capable. The moment she entered the room, she seemed like a different person. The contrast was far too great.
"Sister Zhang, those buttons..."
"What's there to be afraid of? Ha, are you daring