Chapter 4422: How did I end up here?

Everyone heard what Town Mayor Qi said and burst into laughter; Zhao Desan naturally followed with an awkward laugh.

The sound of the old men shouting for drinks made Zhao Desan feel his head getting heavier and heavier, until he finally slumped onto the table, gradually drifting into a daze.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but in his muddled, groggy state, Zhao Desan felt a soft object hugging him tightly. That soft thing seemed even softer than a pillow, but a pillow couldn't have a temperature, while this object had a warm one.

Gradually, Zhao Desan felt a pair of warm hands stroking his back gently, and an indescribable feeling surged through his whole body. Next, Zhao Desan didn't know if he was dreaming or if it was real, but he vaguely heard the sound of buttons being undone and clothes being removed. Under the influence of alcohol, he felt his lower parts actively swelling, and his breathing became increasingly rapid. Suddenly, he felt his "big treasure" below being wrapped by something—itchy, swollen, and wrapped tighter and tighter, making it hard for him to breathe.

Suddenly, Zhao Desan felt something warm and tender touch his face, slowly moving to his lips—soft, like a woman's delicate and plump lotus bud, making his mouth involuntarily want to pursue that soft thing, but it suddenly disappeared.

Soon, Zhao Desan felt as if he had turned into a small boat, drifting on an endless ocean, chasing after something beautiful in the distance. The seawater suddenly became strangely warm, lapping against him, making him feel very comfortable. It was a heart-throbbing feeling, carrying a suffocating pleasure. He wanted to shake off this feeling, but he couldn't.

That indescribable feeling made Zhao Desan desperately want to escape, like a shadow clinging to him. He felt himself roar on the vast ocean, as if he had been washed onto a beach by the waves, and a sense of indescribable pleasure flowed through his entire body, leaving him lying exhausted on the sand.

Zhao Desan opened his muddled eyes, his head still groggy, the effects of the alcohol not yet fully dissipated. Through his hazy vision, he saw a figure swaying. Zhao Desan was startled; after getting drunk, he didn't know anything. He hurriedly rubbed his eyes hard, only to realize he wasn't at the banquet table, but lying on a soft, large bed. He saw clearly that it was the back of a woman, and she was busy doing something with her head down.

Zhao Desan's gaze followed the woman's body as it rose and fell. Gradually, he noticed the woman had a very tall figure, and seeing her plump buttocks swaying constantly, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a treasure.

Light from outside refracted through the glass window into the room. Zhao Desan opened his eyes and found that the layout of the room didn't look like a hotel, but rather like a private home. He scanned the room, observing the decor, and confirmed that it was indeed a private residence.

Zhao Desan's gaze fixed once again on the woman's swaying buttocks, and an unbearable feeling surged into his heart. He wanted to swallow, but found his throat dry as smoke. He had drunk too much alcohol the night before, being toasted by the seven or eight leaders of the town government in turns, and had consumed a full four bottles of white liquor. Now, parched and dry, he could only lick his lips and greet the stranger in a dry, strange tone: "Hello!"

When the woman heard Zhao Desan's voice, her body stiffened for a moment before she turned around and smiled: "You're awake." The moment she turned, Zhao Desan's restless gaze took in her appearance—she was truly a charming and enchanting mature woman.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, wearing a beige V-neck thin sweater, a black vest inlaid with crystals, and a brown striped midi-skirt. Flesh-colored stockings extended up into the skirt, making Zhao Desan's imagination run wild. The woman had long, flowing hair, a pair of fine willow-leaf eyebrows, and under long, curved eyelashes were a pair of soul-stirring eyes. Beneath a high, fair nose was a pair of lips painted a light pink. Every movement exuded mature charm, an elegant and refined temperament that could only be viewed from afar and not profaned.

"Hello!" Zhao Desan suddenly felt that his previously dry mouth was now flooded with saliva, which he kept swallowing. With a lecherous gaze feigning a hint of confusion, he asked vaguely: "May I ask where this is? How did I end up here?"

Although Zhao Desan was deliberately masking his burning gaze, the woman still detected a hint of intriguing depth in his eyes. She walked slowly to Zhao Desan's side, a faint smile on her face, and said gently: "This is my home. You got drunk last night and were brought here."

Those tender, affectionate words were like a spring breeze blowing across Zhao Desan's heart, making him feel a hint of intoxication again. "Your home?" Zhao Desan paused, looking at the woman in bewilderment; he didn't understand how he had ended up in the home of a strange woman.

"Yes!" The woman nodded with a smile. With a sensitive nose, she sensed Zhao Desan's inner confusion and explained with a smile: "You must know Zhang Junliang, right?"

Hearing the name, Zhao Desan paused, carefully searching his memory. He vaguely remembered that at the banquet the night before, when Han Hongmei introduced the town cadres, the man he had met in Han Hongmei's office was named Zhang Junliang, the Deputy Town Mayor of Shenlong Town. Although this guy kept toasting him at the table, he was very shrewd about it, always secretly swapping his cup, though Zhao Desan hadn't pointed it out.

Zhao Desan wasn't sure, as his head was still groggy and he was afraid of misidentifying someone. He asked tentatively: "I wonder if you mean Town Mayor Zhang of the Shenlong Town government?" Zhao Desan deliberately dropped the "Deputy" title, thinking that if this were Zhang Junliang's home, the woman would be very pleased to hear him say that.

Sure enough, the woman nodded with a smile and said: "That is the Deputy Town Mayor of Shenlong Town government, and this is indeed his home."

Zhao Desan looked at the woman's graceful figure, adjusted his mood, and asked with a smile: "I wonder how I ended up here?" Although he tried his best to make his voice sound charming, his dry throat made it sound hoarse, and he felt embarrassed for making such a strange sound.

As he spoke, Zhao Desan looked down the woman's neckline, catching glimpses of hidden scenery. Suddenly, he remembered the strange, erotic dream he had the night before. Recalling it again, it felt so wonderful, and even now, it felt as if he were still there.

Zhao Desan noticed that when the woman looked at him, her eyes were a bit strange, as if they contained unusual feelings, making him increasingly feel that last night's dream wasn't just a dream.

The woman walked to the side, poured a glass of hot water for Zhao Desan, brought it to him, and said gently: "Drink some water."

Zhao Desan deliberately acted impatient, reaching out to take it, and intentionally or unintentionally brushed against her jade-like fingers. The woman's hand felt as if it had been electrocuted, and she hurriedly pulled it back, nearly spilling the hot water on Zhao Desan. A flush suddenly appeared on her cheeks, charming as blooming flower buds.

The woman sat to the side awkwardly. From the trembling of her plump lotus buds, Zhao Desan realized the inner turmoil she was feeling.

Seeing her shy and hesitant demeanor, Zhao Desan vaguely guessed that she was at least somewhat frivolous. If she were a woman of firm character, she would have glared or cursed him for being a hooligan after such a deliberate touch, rather than being so shy.

Having seen countless women, Zhao Desan had rich experience in hunting beauty. He was certain that a woman who acted so shy was often the most unrestrained and eager to experience different passions deep down. The shyer she acted, the more it showed that she was "dissatisfied with the status quo" and hoped to try something passionate.

Damn it! There's a chance! Zhao Desan thought wickedly to himself.

The woman kept her head down, stealing glances at Zhao Desan from the corner of her eye. Finding that his eyes were also looking over, she hurriedly avoided his gaze. Her heart began to race wildly. Feigning composure, she coughed twice and said: "Last night, you and the town leaders all got drunk. Since you came from the district, the town didn't have time to arrange a place for you, so Old Zhang brought you home."

"Oh!" Zhao Desan nodded in sudden realization, but another doubt surfaced. Although Shenlong Town was the poorest township in the district, there were still hotels, right? And hadn't they eaten at the largest hotel in Shenlong Town, the Shenlong Grand Hotel, the night before? Wouldn't it have been better to arrange for him to stay there? Why go to such trouble?

The woman seemed to sense Zhao Desan's thoughts and explained with a smile: "Old Zhang originally intended for you to stay at the hotel, but you vomited all over your clothes, and you didn't bring any change, so Old Zhang brought you to my home."

Hearing her explanation, Zhao Desan relaxed his guard slightly. He hurriedly looked down at himself, only to discover he was wearing an oversized shirt, which felt quite awkward.