Chapter 2: Chapter 2
I'm not even a fan of Asian girls, but I can't deny the fact that they're fucking hot. I roll over to my side andI can see my new neighbors, they're all Chinese too. They all seem to be in their own little worlds, each one with their own little garden'of flowers as it were. One couple is arguing about something, the husband is big and burly while the wife is petite and pretty.They're both Chinese, and they're arguing about something Chinese. I don't speak Chinese, but I can usually figure out what they're saying based on body language. It helps that their dialect is similar to Shanghainese, a dialect I speak fluently. The wife is trying to convince the husband to eat, and he won’t stop staring at her cleavage.The other couple is asleep in their little room, the husband snoring and the wife dozing off in her armchair with her legs wide opened, exposing her lace panties. I don't mind the view at all.