The taste of coffee is as good as a good woman is good coffee.

  At half past ten in the evening, the doorbell rang punctually inside Zhang Ziliang's suite!

  Zhang Ziliang couldn't help but smile, put down the TV remote control in his hand, and walked over to open the door.

  Outside the door, a tall and plump woman stood, wearing a light purple off-the-shoulder dress, a lotus-colored short jacket, paired with white suspenders and knee-high boots. Her golden hair was styled in large waves, extremely charming, her snow-white face as bright and fragrant as an Angel's painting, with blue invisible glasses on her eyes, her gaze swept across, shining like the ripples on the Seine River, captivating and enchanting, a completely charming French woman! Zhang Ziliang couldn't help but stare blankly.

  The girl stood quietly, letting Zhang Ziliang admire her, while she also admired the infatuated gaze that Zhang Ziliang revealed, and her feminine vanity was greatly satisfied.

  After a while, seeing Zhang Ziliang still in a daze, the young woman smiled slightly and said crisply: "Mr. Zhang, I've brought you coffee, won't you invite me in?"

  Zhang Ziliang came to himself, his face slightly red, and hastily raised his hand in a gesture of invitation: "Please come in, Miss. It was I who was rude."

  The young woman smiled lightly and turned around, and Zhang Ziliang only then saw that behind the young woman was a young man wearing a café waiter's uniform, holding a silver tray with two cups of coffee on it, which were emitting a gentle mist of heat.

  The young woman took the tray from the young waiter's hand and said, "That's all for me, you can go." The young waiter nodded slightly and bowed slightly to Zhang Ziliang before turning around and leaving.

  Here, the girl held a cup of coffee in her right hand, elegantly stretching out her left arm, bringing up a fragrant breeze, and hooked his arm, walking forward while whispering lovingly in his ear: "Even if you want to eat me, you have to wait until we get inside, right?"

  Zhang Ziliang's heart skipped a beat, and for an instant, he was bewildered and infatuated. He felt as if his muscles had been pulled out, leaving him weak and limp, and he followed the woman into the room in a daze, as if in a dream.

  The girl pulled Zhang Ziliang, walked to the front of the sofa, put the tray in her hand on the coffee table, raised her head and smiled at him, pressed him into the sofa and sat down, then turned back and walked to the door, casually took off the "Do Not Disturb" sign and hung it outside the door, then closed the door and returned to Zhang Ziliang's side.

  At this time, Zhang Ziliang had calmed down and looked at the girl sitting beside him. He took over the coffee handed to him by the girl and smiled: "Espresso?"

  The girl gently shook her head, and the wild blue eyes were filled with enticing light: "No, the day is for drinking. At night, it's a woman's world, men after 10 o'clock should belong to women, and at night is the most romantic time for women.

  "A strong and passionate man in the daytime, should taste a woman's romance at night. Do you know, dear? A good man is like good coffee, but a good woman is also good coffee, dear, the coffee you should taste at night is Cappuccino, because it can continuously bring up thick, delicate and lasting passion, and what stays on the lips and tongue tip is the tide of love, so it represents a woman's romance. And men, only in women's romance can they show their strongest power."

  The girl said, her soft and boneless body was already leaning against Zhang Ziliang, while stretching out her white and delicate fingers with bright nail polish to gently touch Zhang Ziliang's lips, searching intensely; Zhang Ziliang involuntarily stretched out his hand towards the girl's slender waist that could be grasped in one hand, pressing her body against himself...

  Someone said: The celestial flowers are blooming and speaking, the gentle willow in spring can fall asleep.

  The next night, at half past ten, with two cups of coffee, appeared again in front of Zhang Ziliang's door. The difference was that tonight's girl no longer had the wild beauty of a French woman: her long straight hair fell to her shoulders and was smooth as a waterfall; on her delicate face, except for a thin layer of almost transparent lip gloss on her mouth, there were no artificial decorations, clean like a newborn baby; a pure cotton dress with light blue flowers printed on it, simple and elegant in style, cut very fittingly, paired with a pair of small pink high-heeled shoes, just like an extremely innocent Korean female student!

  Under Zhang Ziliang's astonished gaze, the young woman calmly took his arm, strangely, Zhang Ziliang didn't have that softness from last night.

  Taking over the coffee handed over by the girl, Zhang Ziliang smiled and asked: "What kind of coffee is it tonight?"

  The young lady smiled, her smile as pure and innocent as a baby's: "Mantening! The gentleman in the coffee, it represents a kind of masculinity that makes men's hearts flutter. It is gentle and easy-going, even the hardest-hearted man will willingly surrender to its gentleness. It can express its unique sweetness with the most unique bitterness, you can feel the obvious smoothness on the tip of your tongue, men become great because of Mantening; women become charming because of Mantening."

  The girl said, with a gaze that was clearly inconsistent with her pure smile, ambiguously looking at Zhang Ziliang's lower body. These two extreme contradictory expressions, however, were full of unique charm when done by the girl, becoming a dynamic and lively scene. Zhang Ziliang's blood was boiling, and for a moment, the air in the entire room seemed to become more beautiful...

  Someone said: The lady of Penglai Temple closed TianTai, and people in the painting hall were silent during daytime naps.

  On the third night, as it approached half past ten, Zhang Ziliang's heart began to beat violently. His eyes were fixed on the TV, but he had no idea what program was being broadcast. His eyes kept glancing at the watch on his wrist.

  At half past ten, the doorbell rang as scheduled. Zhang Ziliang suddenly got up and almost rushed to the door.

  As the door opened, Zhang Ziliang was stunned by the scene in front of him: a woman wearing a red kimono with a large floral pattern stood obediently in front of him with her head bowed. The collar of the kimono was different from the ordinary kimonos he had seen before, it was very high and intentionally tilted backwards, almost exposing the most charming and sensual part of a woman's neck, leaving infinite space for imagination.

  Perhaps it was the lowered head that saw him standing in front of her and stopped in his tracks, she raised her head to look at him, and thus, a charming and elegant Japanese kimono beauty appeared before him: with a clever smile, an extremely moving face and neck, evenly covered with a white pigment, like an exquisitely decorated doll, yet showing dignity, stability, and serenity, making one's heart flutter.

  Zhang Ziliang couldn't help but secretly sigh: My god, this entire Japanese geisha is so enchanting and alluring!

  As if in a dream, Zhang Ziliang was led back to the room by the woman, as if in a dream, he listened to the woman telling him that tonight's special Japanese-style green tea coffee, as if in a dream, he let the woman take his hand into the suite's inner room, as if in a dream, he let the woman help him undress, and then as if in a dream, he let the woman use her warm little hands to give him a full-body massage.

  Then, the woman slowly took off her clothes, and her smooth skin like frost appeared in front of Zhang Ziliang's eyes. The woman gently drilled into his arms, hugged Zhang Ziliang's neck and kissed him greedily, just like ice and water melting together, Zhang Ziliang's desire was completely ignited.

  Someone said: The sound of rain is faintly heard, and the wind seems to be holding it back. The moon is hazy and indistinct, with clouds coming and going.