Chapter 392 Dreaming

Mr. Qian had a black eye that, together with his plump figure, made him resemble a certain national treasure animal.

"Panda... how could there be a panda..." From last night until now, the events unfolded like a movie in Mr. Qian's mind, replaying countless times, but he couldn't help but think about it; it was all too bizarre, like a dream.

Every time Mr. Qian visited the beauty salon for a job inspection, he claimed to 'examine carefully,' but his physical stamina couldn't keep up; in practice, the inspections were rushed through in just two or three minutes. The salon girls were all too aware of his ways. After last night's encounter, one of the girls casually put on a thong and used a piece of toilet paper to wipe off stains, while Mr. Qian, naked, lay on the bed smoking a post-coital cigarette, one hand holding the cigarette and the other, having nothing better to do, wandering over the girl's body...