Before he even appeared, the white-browed young man was still staring at the oil painting on the wall, lost in thought. Meanwhile, the flirting game between the man and woman sitting across the room had reached a boiling point. Huai Nanzi noticed the woman's face flushing red, and the rhythmic movement of her slim, serpentine waist as she straddled the man's thighs.
Huai Nanzi turned his gaze to the woman's thighs. Her tiny leather skirt was wriggling upward due to her movements, and Huai Nanzi gained a crystal-clear view of the scenery beneath. A smooth, translucent sheen seemed to illuminate everything.
"A pair of dogs." Perhaps the thought of his own youth, which had not been so thrilling—his wife had run off with another man when he was 35—prompted Huai Nanzi to couldn't help but swear.
