Lin Daqiang, a 28-year-old bachelor, was the most notorious troublemaker in Lin Family Village, known for his thievery, meddling, and gambling.
At that moment, he stood outside a farmstead, blowing smoke rings now and then, squinting at the tall Xinyao as if he was in search of his next prey.
"It's such a waste for a beautiful girl like you to guard the door. Babe, why don't you marry me? I'll take care of you," Lin Daqiang said, having seen many beauties, but none as breathtaking as her.
She was a security guard, which seemed to him like an utter squandering of beauty. Such beauty should be cherished properly.
"You can't afford me," Xinyao said to the hoodlum.
It should be noted that she didn't wear a bra under her clothes, but her garment wasn't white; it was a shade of powder blue that didn't reveal much.
"How much do you make a month? Do you even get 5000 yuan?" Lin Daqiang discarded his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.
