Chapter Sixty-Four: That Night
The home of the woman called Xiaoxia was quite a mess.
It was an old-fashioned, two-bedroom house.
The living room was tiny; a small dining table for four barely left room for a sofa.
Bags were thrown on the dining table, and a mess of leather shoes and high heels lay on the floor by the door. Dirty clothes were piled on the sofa.
Leftover food remained on the dining table, uncleaned, just left there.
Zhang Linsheng, inexperienced as he was, hadn't expected the home of this seemingly sweet-smelling girl to be such a chaotic disaster. If he had been a decade older and more experienced, he would have known that the homes of single girls are often quite disorganized.
"Don't just stand there! Have a seat!"
Zhang Linsheng hesitated. His clothes were damp, and he felt uncomfortable sitting on someone else's sofa, fearing he might soil it, so he perched himself on a wooden stool instead.
He barely managed to sit on half of it.
