Although it wasn't the first time he had "slept" with Li Shuru, the circumstances last time were naturally incomparable to the present.
Jiang Chen didn't even sit on the bed, standing within the room and watching the national soccer team's match on the television.
The sound of the hairdryer roared from the bathroom.
His eyes were on the television, but Jiang Chen's attention was clearly elsewhere, his constantly shifting gaze betraying his unease.
No man is a saint.
Who doesn't have desires and emotions?
Jiang Chen had never thought of himself as particularly noble, just that he had a bit more restraint than the average person.
But now, his restraint was being severely tested.
Finally.
The noise of the hairdryer ceased, and Li Shuru came out wearing the hotel's disposable white slippers and a flimsy bathrobe, her well-proportioned slender legs partially visible with her every step.
The night was deep and quiet.
A man and a woman alone together.
