'Wow, I'm actually nervous.'
But she quickly relaxed. After all, she was here to be a hostess; she'd mentally prepared herself for certain situations.
"Your name is Lingling? Where are you from?"
"Southern Sichuan."
Yang Hui glanced at her. 'Who is she trying to fool?' Her accent gave her away. He guessed she was probably a Qingjiang local, working in town.
"I only work here part-time, so I just come when I'm free."
He didn't bother asking what her day job was. For these few hours, she was his companion; once they left, they would be strangers. 'Why bother learning more?'
Ever since she'd sat down, Yang Hui hadn't really looked at her. He just scrolled through his phone, one hand caressing her thigh, slowly sliding upward.
She suddenly squeezed her legs together, stopping his hand from probing any further, and whispered, "Don't."
