Presidential suite.
More than ten minutes passed.
A glance at the clock showed it was already half past eight.
Chang Juan had been "massaging" him for quite a while, and Dong Xuebin felt about done. He did not dare trouble Chang Juan any further, and he figured Zheng Dayou would soon be back from his meeting with the Municipal Investment Bureau. Reluctantly, he lifted his head from Sister Chang's shirt-covered chest and moved away.
"Sister Chang, get some rest."
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah, much more comfortable."
"That's good. At least your sister's efforts weren't wasted."
"It was especially effective. I feel much more relaxed. Thank you, Sister Chang."
"You've been thanking me forever. I told you not to be so polite. I won't stand on ceremony with you either. If I need something in the future, I'll still come to you. You can't ignore me."
"Of course not."
"Hehe, that's all I needed to hear."
Dong Xuebin thought he had troubled Chang Juan too much today. She had cooked for him, massaged him, and even let him take advantage of her. He wanted to make it up to her. Catching that faint fragrance on her again, he blinked and asked, "By the way, Sister Chang, what brand of perfume do you use?"
Chang Juan waved it off. "Just ordinary domestic stuff, two or three hundred yuan. Your sister lives on a fixed salary; I can't afford the good kind."
"Hold on a moment."
"Hmm? What are you doing?"
"Just wait for me."
Dong Xuebin got up and returned to his room. Opening the door, he went over to the small suitcase he had brought with him. Inside were mostly changes of clothes, along with daily necessities and some small packaged items. Perfume, for example—he had brought it back from Capital City