"As long as it’s within my bottom line, let him be greedy."
"You should focus more on the tasks your sister arranged for you. If your sister cos back and finds out you haven’t done what she arranged, you definitely won’t get away with it."
"What’s the rush..."
Chen Che chuckled softly.
Back at the villa, Chen Che made dinner, braised stew.
Using the at of a mutated wild boar from the Wasteland.
When Xia Na ate, her eyes were filled with a happy feeling. After Chen Che finished eating, he stretched lazily and reminded, "Nana, don’t forget, you lost. You need to be my pillow..."
Anyway, with An Nishang’s commands, he’s not afraid.
Xia Na’s body stiffened, she gritted her teeth, scraped the ceramic plate with a grating sound, and said, "Got it, I’ll co over after I bathe."
Chen Che returned to his room; there wasn’t much to pass the ti with on the Wasteland, really boring.
No wonder An Nishang was obsessed with that matter.
She had left for half a month, and he didn’t know when she would return. Chen Che quite missed her; after all, being by her side felt very secure.
A mont later, the door opened, and Xia Na entered the room hesitantly.
The room still held the lingering scent of An Nishang. She often sneaked in to steal Annie’s intimate clothes, but upon entering today, she seed sowhat uncertain.
She had just bathed, changed into shorts and pajamas, with shorts wrapping around her thighs, revealing long, straight legs, fair and alluring.
The pajamas exposed her small waist, comparable to An Nishang’s delicately toned abdominal muscles, with a flat, fair belly and an inverted navel, extrely aesthetic.
A head of short purple hair, slightly damp, with beautiful violet pupils, she dared not et Chen Che’s eyes, aimlessly drifting.
Chen Che showed a teasing aunt’s smile, patted the large bed beside him, and said, "Co quickly, co quickly!"
Xia Na tugged at the corners of her mouth, took a deep breath, her exquisitely beautiful face cold as she stepped forward in white slippers, laying on the bed.
Then turning her back to Chen Che said, "Behave yourself!"
"Don’t worry, I said a pillow is a pillow, I’ll just hold you."
Saying that, he wrapped his arms around Xia Na’s waist.
It’s indeed a different feeling. Compared to An Nishang’s, Xia Na’s waist seed thinner, her build more slender, the palm covering from her upper to lower abdon, equally soft, feeling the muscles beneath the fair skin.
Fingers could glide along that toned line of muscles.
Xia Na forced her eyes shut, biting her lip, enduring the hot breath of the man behind her spraying between her ears.
Chen Che’s lips curled up, thinking, Am I still unable to win you over?
A solid, muscular leg directly draped over Xia Na’s leg, holding it under him as if hugging a human pillow.
Xia Na, uncomfortable with being pressed, moved slightly in unease.
This guy rubbed his foot against her fair feet, causing Xia Na to uneasily kick Chen Che’s foot away, saying, "Don’t touch my feet."
This was her first ti being embraced by a man in such a way to sleep, the masculine scent overwhelming Xia Na’s nerves.
She thought she was uninterested in n, preferring strong and charming won like her sister.
But this robust masculine aura awakened her feminine instincts, her violet eyes glazing over, her breathing rapid and uneasy.
"Don’t touch ..."
"I’m not touching you, I’m touching my pillow."
The original resistance was gradually crumbling.
Xia Na, who was constantly wrestling with Chen Che, with her legs resisting his, she would press down if he clamped, when Chen Che covered his foot over hers, she would kick around.
Whenever Chen Che’s hand moved beyond her waist to any other area, she would catch it and throw it away.
But as breathing eased, from annoyed to confused, from slightly more rushed to endlessly persistent, the deliberate struggle weakened, until in the end, Xia Na’s heart was in turmoil, uncertain why, she suddenly didn’t want to resist.
Surrendering to the recklessly playful man behind her.
The mist in her eyes grew thicker, her violet pupils becoming dazed, layered with a thin film of jellyfish, her stiff body softening.
Feeling her clothes being lifted, she rely bit her lip without reacting.
Feeling the drawstring of her pajama shorts, from tightening around her waist to snugly around her legs, her toes couldn’t help curling.
Seeming to consent to everything.
Desire, as if at the mont before a volcanic eruption, when suddenly the calm breathing of the man from behind ca, motionless for half an hour, Xia Na’s anger nearly peaked, she whipped around sharply...he was asleep!
He was asleep!!!
Bastard!!!
...
Third District.
The neon lights flickered in the Ninth Special Zone at night.
At the nightclub entrance, scantily-clad won, much like the ancient brothel girls, were constantly greeting the passing clientele.
The most developed here is the flesh trade.
It’s the cheapest and fastest way to relieve human stress.
The majority residing in the Third District are civilians employed in the Ninth Special Zone.
In the Upper City District, they are considered the elite upper class.
Holding positions in major factories.
The Wasteland emphasizes heavy industrial developnt,
within the Ninth Special Zone, there are many steel refineries, weapons factories...providing nurous job opportunities for civilians.
These job positions, placed in the civilized world, are equivalent to working in Fortune 500 companies.
After all, these jobs don’t require stepping out of the safety gates to labor outside.
So those residing here are considered the wealthy elite class.
A recently-off-work steel factory worker bead, today was payday at the steel factory, and he received a bonus due to his excellent work attitude.
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