Proactively Exposing

"Mr. Wang, you're truly impressive." Fujiwara Shinya, with dark circles under his eyes and the look of someone who had indulged himself too much, spoke to Wang Yan from the bottom of his heart.

Last night, his room had been next to Wang Yan's, and the soundproofing had not been particularly good. He had finished after fumbling around for only a little while, yet he had listened to the noises from Wang Yan's room for half the night.

"Mr. Fujiwara, this isn't something one can force. When I was young, the first time I touched a woman, I even thought I'd caught some kind of disease. It's a sort of trouble too."

Wang Yan paused his vigorous eating and drinking, sighed, and shook his head helplessly, as if he did not want to be so vigorous either.

Seeing the faint upward curve of Wang Yan's lips, Fujiwara Shinya swore that he truly wanted to shoot this pretentious bastard in the head. He said nothing and chose to bury himself in his meal, nursing his internal wounds alone.

Wang Yan did not let the atmosphere turn awkward. He took the initiative to ask, "Mr. Fujiwara, you've been in China for three years now. What do you think of China?"

Fujiwara Shinya thought for a moment and said, "It's all right. It's much bigger than Japan, with more scenery and more resources. That is precisely the meaning of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere of the Great Japanese Empire. Besides, Chinese women are quite good too. I like them very much."

"Oh? Has Mr. Fujiwara been involved with Chinese women before?"

"More or less. The woman who left the deepest impression on me was in Shandong. She was a girl from the city, from a decent family, and she was very beautiful..."