The Woman Who Lived in the Living Room

Author：Han Zhi Le

Ten minutes ago, the woman who lived in the living room lounge, wearing slippers, wrapping in a white bath towel, and with hair wash foam on, knocked on the door and asked if she could use the bathroom of the master bedroom because the water heater in the public bathroom was broken.

She just stood there helplessly, looking at me with her wet eyes, like a meek deer.

I couldn't refuse, so I had to let her go into the bathroom.

Listening to the sound of water from the shower in the bathroom, I was tidying up my things, but my mind was wandering.

The woman had an hourglass figure, a beautiful face, a pair of almond eyes, and an aura of seduction, and her exposed skin was perfectly tanned and delicate...

When the thoughts thronged my mind, a piece of paper with words suddenly fell from an old magazine in my hand.