Back at the club, Chen Mo headed straight for Sister Hong's room. It was already evening, and Sister Hong was changing clothes in preparation for the night's business. When Chen Mo entered, she didn't bother to cover up; she kept combing her hair and asked, "Have you eaten?"
"No."
"Eat with me, I've already made food."
Sister Hong was combing her big wavy hair, wearing a short red dress with a plunging neckline, and it looked like she had a bandeau underneath, constraining her surging waves. Her legs were also clad in flesh-colored stockings, as she gathered her long wavy hair, intending to tie it up.
Chen Mo felt that he shouldn't miss any opportunity for a yin-yang union.
So he walked over and hugged Sister Hong from behind.
"Mmm..."
Sister Hong actually moaned and turned her head to look at Chen Mo, "Are you trying to kill me? We're about to open."
"It's been a long time since I've been intimate with Sister Hong."
"I'm getting old and faded, why still do this stuff?"
