Long Linger chose a relatively quiet cafe, but it didn't seem peaceful. Across from her, in a booth, sat a couple. The man was middle-aged, slightly balding, with a big beer belly. The woman was quite young, not particularly pretty, but with a rather alluring figure and eyes as captivating as a fox... With the bench sofa as a shield, the two were overly intimate.
The two were drinking coffee, and soon enough, they were sitting together. The man initially just touched the woman's small hand. Seeing the woman didn't object, his hand boldly ventured beneath her skirt...
"My little sweetheart, you're really too beautiful!"
"Stop it, Director Zhang. Aren't you afraid your wife will see you acting so improperly?" The woman halfheartedly resisted, her voice flirtatious.
"Hmph, that old hag. Ever since she had the child, her figure's like a man's; I don't feel anything touching her..." The man spoke of his wife with sheer disgust.
