Starlight Has No Past

Chapter 21 Part 2

Mitu obediently went to find the cat, returning shortly after with it in her arms.

Ophelia seemed unhappy being held in her arms, stretching all four legs against

her body, meowing all the while.

Zhou Tingsheng took the cat and started to feed him the shrimps on the plate,

one after another.

Mitu still seemed unwilling to leave, watching Zhou Tingsheng feeding the cat

with great interest. She spoke enviously: “You're so nice to your cat. The cat in

your home has a better life than a person.”

“......” Zhou Tingsheng found it difficult to communicate with her and simply answered:

“He's not my cat.”

Unconcerned with their discussion, Ophelia comfortably rubbed against Zhou

Tingsheng's long fingers.

“He's not yours and is still this close to you?” Mitu was surprised: “They all said

that it's hard to get close to cats, even if you're his owner. They're never as close

to you as dogs. It's even harder to get closer to other people's cats.”

Zhou Tingsheng abruptly turned his head and mockingly twitched his mouth: “Your

boss keeps all of you, are you all close to him?”

Mitu was short; when Zhou Tingsheng turned his head while still squatting on the

floor and ended face to face with her chest. The uniform of the waitresses here was

made specially for them. The creamy white fitted short jacket and the top inside all

had deep v necklines. Mitu wasn't particularly good looking; she was recruited because

of her ample bosom. She had natural cleavage without the help of any special bras.

Mitu's heartbeat quickened and her chest went up and down in pace with her hastening

breathes.

Zhou Tingsheng looked up at her neck, which was very slender, a sharp contrast to

her full, rounded chest. A curvy figure with a naive face was naturally very alluring.

Zhou Tingsheng smiled and turned back. He wiped his fingers with a napkin and

said: “Your boss really knows how to pick the right waitress.”

Mitu couldn't figure out what he meant.

She was trained to read customer's expressions. Though she wasn't good at it yet,

she could tell from Zhou Tingsheng's eyes that he wanted her out of his room. She

felt dejected, but waited for a while longer. He hadn't told her to go, instead Zhou

Tingsheng casually looked at her and glanced over her tight short jacket. Suddenly

he said: “Isn't this too tight? Are you even able to raise your arms?”

“......It's alright.” Mitu tried to raise her arms, the tail of the jacket came up with the arm.

Zhou Tingsheng ordered: “Take it off.”

Mitu was well aware the kind of things involved with her job, but she somehow felt

particularly timid in front of this man. She slowly took off her jacket, underneath it

was a halter top. It was a little chilly after dark and she had gooseb.u.mps on her

arms. She subconsciously held her arms tightly and timidly asked: “......Shall I

take it off?”

But Zhou Tingsheng answer came as a surprise: “No need.”

He turned his face sideways and pointed to one side of his face: “Come, slap

me here.”

“Ah?”

“I'm telling you, just slap here.”