Chapter 625

Zhao Desan walked two steps away from the bar, unwilling to let his time and money go to waste just like that. For some reason, his physical needs were incredibly intense today, as if he wouldn't be able to go on if he didn't find someone to release them with. Driven by that emotion, he unexpectedly set his sights on the cashier, turned back, walked to the bar, and asked her in a low voice, "Beauty, would you mind leaving your phone number? I'd like to make friends with you."

The cashier was stunned by his sudden move. Her face flushed slightly, and she shyly lowered her head, wrote a number on a piece of paper, and handed it to him.

Having obtained her number so smoothly, Zhao Desan gave a wicked smile and walked out of the restaurant without saying a word. Once outside, he stood by the side of the road and glanced at his watch; it was only a little past one. He thought to himself that there were still five hours until Su Qing got off work, and she wouldn't be home until at least seven; five hours was more than enough.

He took out his phone and sent a message to the number on the paper, using the alcohol as an excuse to bluntly ask her to take time off and come out. He had just said it casually, but to his surprise, the cashier actually replied, asking where he wanted to go. He replied that they could talk once she was out.

Not long after, the cashier took a temporary half-day leave, changed her clothes, and came out of the restaurant. She walked up to him with her head lowered, looking shy and timid.

Zhao Desan didn't even know her, yet he had managed to get her out with a single message. He thought to himself that this was definitely going to work out. He glanced around, afraid of being seen, and said straightforwardly, "Let's find a place to talk, shall we?"

"Go... go where?" the girl asked bashfully. "I only took a half-day leave; I can't go too far. I have to be back by six."

"Then... then you tell me where to go," Zhao Desan asked her, while turning to look for a suitable hotel on both sides of the street.

"How about... how about we go to where I live?" the girl said shyly.

"That works," he agreed readily.

Being a cashier at a large restaurant required certain innate conditions. Zhao Desan couldn't suppress his excitement and looked her over carefully. He found that although the girl wasn't exactly beautiful—one could say she was average—her skin was very fair. As the saying goes, "fair skin hides a hundred flaws"; once her skin was fair and tender, the whole person looked fresh and clear. Plus, her figure was decent; at about 1.68 meters tall in high heels, she was slender, but she was well-developed in all the right places. The cheap street-stall dress she wore looked quite fitting, neither too tight nor too loose, accentuating her frame nicely. Her modest-sized breasts were wrapped snugly, looking round and firm, and the lines of her hips and thighs were also quite distinct. Although her figure paled in comparison to Zheng Ru's, because the girl was naturally thin and her proportions were well-balanced, she was overall enough to stir a man's lust. Seeing Zhao Desan staring at her from head to toe, the girl's fair earlobes quickly turned red. She didn't say a word, just lowered her head slightly and walked forward with small steps. Zhao Desan didn't say anything either; he followed her with a knowing look, walking over fifty meters until they reached the entrance of an alley. They turned in, walked another hundred meters, and arrived at a house. He asked curiously, "Is this your home?"

"I rent a room here," the girl said shyly in a low voice. She gently pushed open the wooden door and turned back to warn him, "Be quiet; the landlord doesn't allow people to bring guests home."

"Oh." He followed her upstairs on tiptoe, acting as stealthily as a thief. She took out a bunch of keys, opened a door, and he followed her inside.

It was a single room about ten square meters in size. Because the room was small, the furnishings looked a bit cluttered, especially since a wire was strung across the room right by the entrance, with women's undergarments hanging haphazardly from it. As soon as he walked in, he bumped right into a sexy pink pair of panties. He didn't think much of it, but she blushed and said shyly, "The room is messy; I didn't have anywhere else to hang my clothes, so I put them here. You... you don't mind, do you?"

"It's fine," he said with a nonchalant smile.

"Sit... sit wherever you like." Bringing a strange handsome man to her own place, the girl still seemed a bit nervous, especially her eyes, which kept darting away.

Her reaction and her actions had already let Zhao Desan know that getting what he wanted with her was almost a sure thing. And as for his intentions, anyone with a normal brain would have probably figured it out by now, let alone her. Being able to bring a man she didn't know back to her own place, she had probably already prepared herself for that.