"How is it? How do you feel?" After sending away the waiter who was delivering the luggage, Zhao Xiaohai took off his suit and hung it on the hanger at the door. Then he looked at Sophia who was standing at the window looking out and said.
"Not bad. Your country is completely different from what I imagined." Sophia stood in front of the window, supporting herself on the windowsill with her arms, her heels slightly raised. From behind, this posture was both graceful and seductive.
Originally, he was just asking about the room, but unexpectedly, Sophia talked about her feelings about this country. To be honest, Zhao Xiaohai never thought that he was a person with a strong patriotic enthusiasm, but he still had the most basic sense of national pride. Out of this instinct, he was somewhat proud when he heard a foreigner praising his country.
"Oh," Zhao Xiaohai said with a smile as he walked to the window and stood side by side with Sophia, "So, in your imagination, what does my country look like?"
"Hmph," Sophia snorted softly and turned to the bed in the outer room. She didn't answer Zhao Xiaohai's question, but said indifferently, "It seems unnecessary to tell you what I think in my heart. I just need to remind you of two things: First, quickly get that company of yours started. Don't have any evil ideas or try to be cunning. Second, you sleep in the inner room and I'll sleep in the outer room. I don't care if you sleep naked or not, but don't pay attention to me. A man like you, I can easily throw you out the window, so if you don't want to take a fast elevator, then you'd better do as I say."
"Hey..." Zhao Xiaohai leaned against the window, stroking his chin, watching Sophia packing her suitcase beside the bed, and muttered in his heart, "Really... What an interesting woman, quite charming..."
The sudden sound of music in the room woke Zhao Xiaohai from his sweet dream. He opened his eyes dazedly. The unfamiliar environment in front of him made him confused for a moment, but he quickly remembered that he was now in the Yellow River Hotel in Greentown.
Zhao Xiaohai wiped his tight eyelids and got up from the bed. He could tell that the music that disturbed his sweet dream came from outside. The music was Richard Clayderman's piano piece, an adaptation of "Butterfly Lovers".
"Dizzy!" Zhao Xiaohai glanced at his watch and saw that the hour hand had just pointed to seven o'clock. He held his forehead with his hand and said to himself helplessly, "It's only six o'clock. What is this woman doing?!"
Zhao Xiaohai climbed down from the bed and walked towards the door in his pajamas and slippers.
The outer room was empty, with only the television on, playing beautiful piano music. Sophia's bed was a mess, clearly having only just gotten up and not even made it yet. Taking a deep breath, the warm air in the room was filled with the rich, body fragrance that only a woman's bedroom could offer.
Glancing at the messy clothes Sophia had thrown on the sofa, Zhao Xiaohai spotted a black lace bra tossed on top. Something in his mind stirred, and he glanced at the closed bathroom door with a sly look. He was certain that the violent major was probably washing up right now. Women are always troublesome, and washing up would take at least twenty minutes, or even half an hour. During that time... hehe...
With a sly smile on his face, Zhao Xiaohai tiptoed to the sofa and grabbed the bra that was hanging on the pile of clothes. "Hey, it's not small. I really can't tell."
“Bang!”
Just as Zhao Xiaohai was thinking about it, a sneak slap landed on the back of his head.
The slap was not very heavy, but it frightened the unsuspecting Zhao Xiaohai. He jumped up from the sofa and turned his head sharply to look behind the sofa.
Behind the sofa, Sophia, who should have been washing up in the bathroom, appeared quietly at some point. The tall woman stood there prettyly, staring at Zhao Xiaohai with her big eyes without blinking. It was hard to tell whether the expression on her face was anger or something else.
"Oh...well, good morning." Zhao Xiaohai felt a little embarrassed by Sophia's gaze. He coughed dryly and smiled awkwardly.
Sophia didn't say anything either, but her gaze shifted from Zhao Xiaohai's face to his hands, but her expression remained calm.
"Oh, hehe, um, um...your bra is nice, very beautiful." Zhao Xiaohai looked at the black bra still in his hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then smiled with pretended ease.
"Give it to me!" Sophia stretched out her hand and spread it in front of Zhao Xiaohai across the sofa, saying coldly.
Zhao Xiaohai put the bra into Sophia's hand as if he had been electrocuted. He scratched his scalp and said hesitantly: "Don't get me wrong, I just... just appreciate the workmanship. I don't mean anything else, hehe..."
"Really?" Sophia took her bra in her hand, turned it over and over, looked at it, and then curled her lips and said, "I always thought you were only good at economics, but I didn't expect you were so knowledgeable about women's underwear. Others appreciate the workmanship of clothes with their eyes, but you use your nose to smell. This is really unique. But this bra I bought from the cheap market can actually make you excited with such crude workmanship. Isn't it a bit exaggerated?"
Zhao Xiaohai almost choked to death at these words, and then he didn't make any more pale and powerless explanations. He just sat back on the sofa with an indifferent look on his face, shrugged and said, "This is just a man's instinctive reaction. There's nothing to be surprised about."
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