Inside Chen Fruit Store.
"Dashan, shall I take you to check out the warehouse?"
The store had returned to normal, not yet open for business and devoid of customers. Zhao Jiayao, with nothing to do, saw Chen Dashan studying the cash register at the checkout counter.
Zhao Jiayao approached and leaned on the checkout counter, resting her chin on one hand while smiling and speaking to Chen Dashan.
As Chen Dashan looked up, he could see into the collar of Zhao Jiayao's clothes, only a fist's distance away, where a pair of plump papayas were placed on the counter, like two big leather balls.
Snowy white, trembling continuously with Zhao Jiayao's movements.
Recalling the scene of giving Qin Xuan an acupuncture treatment earlier that day, Dashan felt a heat in his lower abdomen, and a certain part had begun to stir awake.
"Let's go, let's go!"
