Chapter 583

"It's okay. Just come upstairs and ring the doorbell when you get here," Zhang Li said with a faint smile, keeping her true intentions deep and mysterious.

"Mm."

"Alright then, we'll talk slowly when you get here." As soon as Zhang Li, the young woman, heard that he would be there in twenty minutes, her anticipation grew by another point. A charming smile hung on the corner of her mouth, and that thought became even stronger with his imminent arrival. She hung up his phone, stood up, walked to the wardrobe, took a milky-white silk bathrobe from the hanger, threw it on the bed, and stood by the bed to start undressing.

The loose, fashionable, and sexy top fell gently from her waist, revealing a white, clean upper body that looked white, tender, and flawless under the room's lighting, glowing with brightness. She gently reached behind her back and gave a soft pinch, and the black bra with lace trim fell down in response. The two full, perky jade peaks stood straight, white with a hint of red, like jade carvings. Although they were no longer wrapped by a bra, they still looked extremely perky, not sagging at all, high and full, with a beautiful chest shape.

The zipper of the ultra-short pleated skirt was gently pulled down, and it slid slowly down her white, tender long legs. Her entire body was left with only a thong. The narrow black strap looked as if it were hidden in the buttock crack from behind, almost invisible. Her plump buttocks were trembling and upturned. As a young married woman of twenty-eight or twenty-nine, such a perfect figure was rare; it was truly natural, and in terms of both proportions and organ development, it was simply a top-tier masterpiece in the human world.

But it was such a mature young woman, whose figure and appearance were one in ten thousand, who should have had a happy married life of her own. Unfortunately, her husband suffered from severe prostatitis and could not satisfy the normal physiological needs of a young married woman in their married life, leading to their current married life being almost dead in name only. Her husband, who was extremely inferior, wouldn't even come home once every month or two. As a young woman with normal sexual desires, Zhang Li's life was simply too stifling.

In the taxi to Zhang Li's house, Zhao Desan was burning with anxiety. It had been more than a month since he last met Zhao Xue. For the past month, he had been busy with the recruitment exam for the Construction Committee and had neglected her. It wasn't until he learned that she had resigned from the Public Security Bureau and disappeared that he realized Zhao Xue's importance to him. In his heart, Zhao Xue was a girl worth treating with care. Her father had been harmed by others, and her family had declined ever since. Her experience was so similar to his own, almost identical. For her, Zhao Desan had a special sense of closeness and identification. Moreover, the two of them were also in love. Although they hadn't reached the point of talking about marriage, if he really wanted to find a good girl to marry, he would definitely choose Zhao Xue first.

Sitting in the taxi, he looked anxiously at the signs flashing by outside the window. Night gradually shrouded the city, and the lights began to turn on. The colorful light flashed by before his eyes, and his mind couldn't help but think of Zhao Xue's clear and charming face. Suddenly, he wanted to see her so much.

With an urgent mood, the taxi finally stopped at the gate of the residential area where Zhang Li lived. He got out of the car, paid the fare quickly, and couldn't wait to quicken his pace into the residential area, ducked into the elevator, and headed straight for Zhang Li's house.

He got out of the elevator and quickly pressed the doorbell of Zhang Li's house according to his memory. A beautiful eye flashed in the peephole, and with a click, the door opened slowly.

He took the opportunity to push the door gently, and Zhang Li appeared before him. Her white-with-a-hint-of-red cheeks, her charming and flirtatious smile, a pair of hazy eyes that he couldn't fathom for a moment, and the fact that she was wrapped in a milky-white silk bathrobe—this outfit of hers made him feel a bit puzzled for a moment. But he was anxious to know Zhao Xue's whereabouts, so he didn't ask much, just laughed a bit awkwardly.

"Come in quickly," Zhang Li said softly with a charming smile unique to a mature woman, her slender body moving slightly to one side.

He didn't think much and walked in, only to find the room quiet and the living room empty. He was puzzled about where her colleague was, when he heard a "bang" behind him. He turned his head and saw the door had closed in response. Zhang Li's strange smile left him completely confused, and he asked in bewilderment, "Sister Zhang, didn't... didn't you say your colleague was here?"

"I know you're anxious to know Xiao Xue's news. Don't be anxious first. My colleague has something urgent to do and might take another half an hour to get here. Don't be anxious, sit down and wait for a while." Zhang Li smiled faintly at him with a face like a peach blossom, and without any taboo, she pulled his arm and walked toward the sofa in the living room.

Following her to the sofa, he sat down and couldn't wait to ask her, "Sister Zhang, where is Zhao Xue now? Has your colleague seen her?"