Chatting with Lin Xiaoyan on the phone often gave Chen An an indescribable thrill, akin to the excitement of a clandestine affair. Every time he thought about Lin Xiaoyan, an inexplicable excitement would well up within him.
Perhaps it was the nervousness and thrill that got to Chen An, but this heady feeling was indeed hard for him to forget.
When he thought of Old Wang again, a restlessness started to churn in the palm of Chen An's hand, and his brain began conjuring some of the provocative scenes he had seen in movies.
"What do you think if we just go bold next time and do it right next to Old Wang?"
"Hey, I was talking to you seriously, how can you always think about these things? This is, this is just too embarrassing!"
