Zhang Ye’s chats with Rao Aimin rarely went beyond three sentences on a topic. Either it was Zhang Ye who choked up, or it was Zhang Ye choking. There was no way to carry on chatting. The landlady’s mouth was born to rebut others. If she didn’t do it, her mouth wouldn’t feel right.
After chatting a little, they went quiet again.
“This trip to Shanghai, my future will be uncertain. But I have to go anyway, I need a place where I can develop and train.” Not hearing a response, Zhang Ye turned his head and said, “Landlady auntie? Landlady auntie?”
Rao Aimin lay flat asleep.
Zhang Ye blinked but did not act rashly.
After about 10 minutes, when he was sure that Rao Aimin was deep asleep, Zhang Ye slowly nudged his way over and daringly stretched his hand over. The previous time, he had only went for the landlady’s thighs and belly areas as he had not dared to go for other parts.