Su Ran, Be Good, Come Sit Here

That woman came walking over from under the plane trees, click-click-click in her stiletto heels. She wore a floral dress, cinched tight at the waist, and as she walked the hem swayed back and forth like a willow in the wind. Old Zhou stood there holding his enamel mug, mouth hanging open, hot water running down from the corner of his lips and dripping onto his crotch, scalding him so that he hissed. His hand jerked, and half a mug of water spilled all over his pant leg. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Su Ran, Be Good, Come Sit Here — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠