Chapter 278: This Scene (II)

Having escaped safely, he clutched his chest and let out a long sigh of relief, calming his nervous mood. He smoked a cigarette in the hallway, thinking Su Qing should be about done showering, and knocked on the door three times gently.

Su Qing asked from inside, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Zhao Desan," Zhao Desan replied solemnly from outside.

Su Qing was curious why he wasn't asleep so late. She had just finished showering and was still bare, so she grabbed the milky-white bathrobe provided by the hotel, wrapped it around her body, tied the belt at her waist, and wiped her hair with a towel. She went out, opened the door a crack, and asked, "Zhao Desan, why aren't you asleep yet? Is something the matter?"

Seeing her wearing a bathrobe, tilting her head to wipe her wet hair, looking fresh-faced and clear-eyed after her shower, she looked even more like a doll, extremely charming. He chuckled and said, "I just finished drinking with Section Chief Song and the others, and I just got back. I don't want to sleep. If it's alright, let's chat. I know you probably can't sleep right now either, right?"

Seeing his solemn appearance, Su Qing asked, "You didn't drink much, did you?"

Zhao Desan shook his head and said, "No, why would I drink that much?"

"Come in." Su Qing turned and walked toward the bathroom. Zhao Desan was secretly delighted; letting him in was a big step toward success. He followed her into the room and locked the door behind him.

Su Qing walked into the bathroom and said, "Turn on the light, I'm going to blow-dry my hair. You sit for a moment." She picked up the hair dryer and began buzzing away at her long, wet hair.

Zhao Desan turned on the room light, walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed. Without paying attention, he sat right on top of Su Qing's bra.

"Su Qing, are you alright?" he asked loudly to Su Qing in the bathroom, "Does your head hurt?"

"It's about the same. How did you know I had a headache?" Su Qing asked while blow-drying her hair in the bathroom.

"If you drink too much and wake up, your head is bound to hurt."

"Heh, you're quite knowledgeable. It does hurt a bit, which is why I took a shower and washed my hair while I was at it. It doesn't feel as throbbing now."

"In the future, if you can't drink, don't drink so much. It's uncomfortable when you drink too much. Besides, girls who get drunk are easily taken advantage of," Zhao Desan said with feigned concern. He glanced at the pink panties on the pillow, already eager to know what the petal-hole underneath them looked like. Although women were generally the same—a slit and two flaps of flesh—the condition varied; some were darker, some were pink and tender. Having dealt with so many women, he could already distinguish the degree of usage and the frequency of sexual activity by the color.

"It's not like I wanted to. Section Chief Song kept telling me to give the coal boss some face, and I couldn't refuse. Who knew that coal boss was so unappreciative, toasting me time and time again." Su Qing finished drying her hair. Her dyed orange-yellow hair shone under the light, looking particularly elegant and smooth. She walked out of the bathroom gracefully.

Zhao Desan saw her wrapped in a white bathrobe, her figure petite and exquisite. If one didn't notice the pair of full, firm mountain peaks on her chest, Su Qing really looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old foreign girl. Her orange-yellow long hair was silky and smooth, swaying gently with her steps. Her fair, flawless face was as smooth as jade. Having worn glasses for so long, her large eyes looked deep-set now that she had taken them off, like a mixed-race person, exuding an exotic charm.

What a stunning beauty. How had he never noticed that there was someone like Su Qing in the bureau before? It was really his own fault for staying in that small place in the logistics department and not interacting with other departments!

Zhao Desan was dumbfounded for a moment, looking a bit foolish. This made Su Qing feel a bit uncomfortable with his expression and gaze. She asked with an awkward smile, "Zhao Desan, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Su Qing, you're really beautiful," Zhao Desan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and couldn't help but praise her.

Su Qing said with a hint of shyness, "Thank you." She walked toward him and sat on the bed with a distance between them. Turning her head, she discovered her panties lying by the pillow and hurriedly stuffed them under the pillow, afraid that Zhao Desan would see them. How embarrassing that would be.

"Su Qing, is anyone in your family a foreigner?" Zhao Desan suddenly asked her inexplicably.

Su Qing turned her head, puzzled, and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"You look like a mixed-race person. Do you have foreign blood?"

Su Qing was overjoyed by his praise and giggled, "Not at all. My family are all authentic descendants of Yan and Huang."

Zhao Desan gave an "Oh" and praised her again: "Su Qing, you're really beautiful. No woman in the bureau can compare to you."

"What are you saying? Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan, Wen Wen Qian, Li Li Li Li Li Li Shanshan—aren't they all beautiful? Do you really think I'm that good?" Su Qing lowered her head slightly, her heart feeling as sweet as if it had been filled with honey.

"It's true. I, Zhao Desan, am the best at judging people. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"Is Section Chief Song resting?" Su Qing was afraid that if she let him keep praising her like this, her bones would melt, so she changed the subject.

Zhao Desan smiled mysteriously, "Section Chief Song... he went to have some fun with the coal boss..."

Su Qing froze for a moment, then immediately understood. She said, half-understanding, "So Section Chief Song is that kind of person too? Then why didn't you go?"

"Am I that kind of person?" Zhao Desan asked back solemnly.

Su Qing joked, "Who knows! Aren't all men the same?"

"I, Zhao Desan, am not that kind of person." Zhao Desan patted himself on the back, building an image of a peerless good man in front of her.

Su Qing chuckled, looked at him sideways, and said, "Didn't you want to chat with me? What do you want to talk about?"

Being asked this, Zhao Desan felt a bit tongue-tied for a moment. He didn't know whether to sit or stand. He shifted his butt, sat down, and was poked by something. In his panic, he let out an "Ah."

Su Qing hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is there a needle on the bed?" Zhao Desan lifted his butt while reaching out to feel. He pulled out Su Qing's bra from under his butt and realized he had been sitting on it. Moving around had squeezed the steel wire out, and it had poked his butt. Holding Su Qing's bra in his hand, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Su Qing's cheeks turned red instantly. She quickly snatched her bra from his hand and pressed it under the pillow. She thought, *I was wondering why I didn't see the bra I took off; it turns out he was sitting on it. * She lowered her head in shyness, her heart pounding, not daring to look at Zhao Desan.

Seeing her head lowered, her breathing rapid due to nervousness, the twin peaks under the milky-white silk bathrobe rose and fell with her breathing, seeming to swell bit by bit, as if they were about to burst out of the bathrobe. This ambiguous atmosphere and the exotic charm exuded by Su Qing added fuel to the fire in Zhao Desan's heart. His fire of desire quickly burned fiercely, scorching the reason in his mind. His body felt uncomfortably hot. He swallowed a few times, finally unable to restrain himself. Losing his reason, he hugged Su Qing and pressed his mouth onto her fair, flawless neck. Su Qing was terrified by his sudden move. She pushed his shoulders with both hands, screaming in panic, "Zhao Desan! Zhao Desan! What are you doing! No! Stop it!"

Zhao Desan gnawed on her neck while saying, "Su Qing, I love you, I love you!" ===== CHAPTER 279 =====