Chapter 4

"Sister Ai, you just got off work too?"

Zhao Desan had a sweet tongue. He knew Zhang Aiai was the cousin of Bureau Chief Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Ailing, so he had to curry favor with her. Even if it didn't help his career, it at least wouldn't hurt it.

"Mm, Little Zhao, you just got off work too?"

To his surprise, the corners of Zhang Aiai's mouth lifted into a faint smile, which made Zhao Desan feel as if a spring breeze were brushing against his face, warm and cozy.

"Mm, where do you live, Sister Ai?"

Zhao Desan asked with a grin, using his peripheral vision to scan her neckline. With the jolting of the bus, the pair of lotus-like breasts wrapped in her bra swayed softly, like ripe peaches, making Zhao Desan's heart feel a bit chaotic. After all, he was a vigorous young man; seeing such spring scenery, it was inevitable that his heart would be stirred.

"In the suburbs." She smiled awkwardly and lowered her head, not daring to look directly into the handsome young man's intense gaze. Since her divorce, she had been relatively quiet and rarely spoke to men. Being approached by such a hot-blooded, handsome young man suddenly gave her a strange feeling. Her thirty-year-old heart pounded like a deer, and she felt a stir of spring in her heart.

Although Zhao Desan only snuck a glance at the spring scenery inside Zhang Aiai's shirt neckline, the sight of the fair, soft mounds—one-third exposed—trembling up and down with the jolting of the bus made Zhao Desan's heart tremble as well. The warm, soft breasts, separated only by thin fabric, touched his back from time to time. That feeling was even more satisfying than a release of hormones... ===== CHAPTER 21 =====