「anwhile.」
After leaving the café, Sun Zhe and Zhu Yan took a leisurely stroll down the street.
Zhu Yan linked arms with Sun Zhe, chatting and laughing all the way. They were as intimate as a couple deep in love, drawing envious glances from passersby.
Sun Zhe took out his phone to check the ti and saw it was past noon. "Zhu Yan," he said, "let’s find a place to eat."
Zhu Yan glanced at Sun Zhe’s beat-up phone and nodded. "Alright, what do you want to eat?"
Sun Zhe thought for a mont. "How about so hotpot?"
"Okay, you decide."
「In a private booth at the hotpot restaurant.」
Sun Zhe placed one hand on Zhu Yan’s pantyhose-clad thigh while holding chopsticks in the other, feeling that this hotpot al was particularly satisfying.
After they finished the hotpot, Zhu Yan suddenly pulled Sun Zhe into a phone store.
"Zhu Yan, why did you bring to a phone store?"
Zhu Yan smiled. "I noticed your phone is a little busted. I wanted to get you a new one, and I just got paid the day before yesterday."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe felt a warmth spread through his heart. "There’s no need, Zhu Yan. This phone still works. Grandpa gave it to when he was still alive. I’ll replace it when it finally breaks."
"But what if I want to get you one? I’ll be sad if you refuse. Oh, Ah Zhe, please, please, please? Be a good boy and listen to ."
Zhu Yan rarely acted so coy, looking just like a young girl. The sight made Sun Zhe’s bones feel like they were lting.
That was one thing Sun Zhe couldn’t resist. "Alright then," he said. "Thank you, Zhu Yan."
"My salary isn’t much, but I can still afford to get you a phone."
Sun Zhe wrapped his arm around Zhu Yan’s slim waist and walked straight into the phone store. At that mont, he made a decision. He was going to buy Zhu Yan a gift, too.
A mont later, Sun Zhe walked out of the store with his new phone, beaming. He gave Zhu Yan a mysterious look. "Zhu Yan, I want to get you a gift, too."
"What kind of gift?" Zhu Yan asked, her eyes full of anticipation.
"You’ll find out tomorrow. By the way, Zhu Yan, I have so things to take care of this afternoon. Why don’t you head ho first?"
"Hmm... alright then. Are you coming ho for dinner tonight?"
"Of course. Nowadays, if I go a day without your cooking, I feel like I don’t have the energy for anything."
Zhu Yan pinched him playfully, her voice teasing. "You silly boy, with that silver tongue of yours. If you’re so good at it, you should say more."
A short while later, after seeing Zhu Yan off in a taxi, Sun Zhe took out his phone, found a BMW dealership on the map, and hailed a cab straight there.
The gift he wanted to give Zhu Yan was, of course, a car!
And he felt that a BMW suited her temperant perfectly.
「At the BMW dealership.」
A pretty and sexy saleswoman spotted Sun Zhe and eagerly greeted him with a smile, showing extre enthusiasm. It wasn’t every day a custor ca in, let alone one so tall and handso, so she naturally had to be a bit more welcoming.
"Hello, sir. My na is Xiaoyu, and I’ll be your sales consultant. Are you here to look at our cars?"
Sun Zhe discreetly sized up Xiaoyu. Wow, the saleswon at this BMW dealership are really high-quality, he thought.
She wore black stockings, high heels, and a professional skirt suit that showed off her hot, enticing figure. She looked just like a model. Though her face had clearly been surgically altered into that of a typical internet celebrity, you couldn’t deny she was gorgeous, like one of those AI beauties from short-form videos.
"Do you have the i5 in stock? I’d like to take a look."
Hearing this, Xiaoyu’s eyes lit up. This is a big fish! she thought, quickly saying, "We do, we do! Please, this way, sir!"
In truth, Sun Zhe had already done his howork online before coming. After looking around, he had ultimately settled on the BMW i5. He also wanted it in red. He felt it suited Zhu Yan’s temperant, like a rose that was both beautiful and full of depth.
A mont later, Sun Zhe stood before the new car and nodded in satisfaction.
"I’ll take this model, but I want it in red."
"Certainly. We can have that arranged for you by tomorrow."
Xiaoyu was ecstatic. If she closed this deal today, she was a shoo-in for the dealership’s monthly sales champion!
"Mr. Sun, would you like to test drive it first?"
Sun Zhe smiled sheepishly. "I haven’t gotten my driver’s license yet. I’m buying it as a gift for a family mber."
"I see. That’s no problem at all." Xiaoyu’s eyes twinkled. She suddenly opened the car door, slid gracefully into the driver’s seat, and said, "In that case, if you don’t mind, I can take you for a spin so you can experience the new car."
"Alright, let’s give it a try then."
A mont later, Sun Zhe was in the passenger seat. Xiaoyu leaned over to help him with his seatbelt, her soft, fragrant body pressing close to his. Startled, Sun Zhe went rigid, his back pressing firmly against the seat. As the woman’s faint, pleasant scent filled his nostrils, he felt his mind relax in delight.
Suddenly, his eyes fell upon her collar, and his heart skipped a beat. A few of the top buttons on her white blouse were undone. From his angle, he had a perfect view of a deep, snow-white cleavage, from which a faint, milky aroma seed to emanate.
Gradually, the Yang Qi within Sun Zhe’s body began to stir uncontrollably, slowly pitching a big tent. He didn’t dare sneak another peek. He quickly averted his gaze, pretending to be nonchalant.
But just then, as Xiaoyu finished fastening his seatbelt, her hand "slipped"—whether intentionally or not—and her slender white hand landed directly on his crotch. Feeling the hard, hot pressure against her palm, Xiaoyu’s heart fluttered and a blush crept up her pretty face.
At the sa ti, she chuckled to herself. When it ca to wrapping n around her finger, she had never lost.
She gave an "awkward" smile and straightened up in the driver’s seat. "Mr. Sun," she said in a coquettish voice, "would you like to put down a deposit first? I haven’t made my quota for the month yet."
Sun Zhe turned his head to glance at her. "Let’s talk about it when we get back."
Hearing this, Xiaoyu didn’t say another word and imdiately started the car.
Once they were on the road, Xiaoyu drove expertly while carefully explaining the new car’s various features to Sun Zhe, appearing the very model of professionalism.
As she was explaining, she suddenly asked, "By the way, Mr. Sun, do you have a girlfriend?"
Sun Zhe shook his head. "Not yet."
"I see." Xiaoyu smiled. "So, do you prefer won who are lively and flirty, or the pure and shy type?"
Sun Zhe rubbed his nose, unsure of what Xiaoyu was getting at. "Either is fine, I guess," he said. "But I lean more towards the pure type."
He had no idea that Xiaoyu was gathering intel on his preferences.
About half an hour later, Xiaoyu pulled up to a hotel.
"Mr. Sun, I’m a little tired. Why don’t we go rest at the hotel for a bit?"
Sun Zhe gave the blushing Xiaoyu a aningful look and nodded. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea."
He wasn’t an idiot; he knew exactly what she was up to. Although this was the first ti he’d experienced sothing like this, he’d read stories shared by netizens online before. A saleswoman from a dealership takes a custor out for a "test drive," drives straight to a hotel, and when they return to the dealership, the custor happily pays the deposit. Sun Zhe just never thought he’d be lucky enough to have it happen to him.
I was going to buy the car anyway, and now I get to do so ’Cultivation’ on the side. Why not? Since I’m spending the money, I might as well enjoy the perks.
It was a tacit understanding between them, so nothing needed to be said out loud. They were both adults. They got it. What more needed to be said?
「In the hotel room.」
As soon as they entered, Xiaoyu complained about being hot and took off her suit jacket, revealing the fiery figure wrapped in her white blouse. Then, she threw herself into Sun Zhe’s arms with brazen passion.
After covering his neck with kisses and bites, she suddenly knelt and unfastened his pants.
As the fiery-hot dragon sprang free, Xiaoyu’s beautiful eyes trembled.
"Oh my god, Mr. Sun... H-how can you be so big?"
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