Sometimes, when business runs into trouble, you have to figure out how to outwit those guys, using every trick in the book to tame these hot-tempered people. In short, as a salesman, he’s even more like a dangerous man dancing on the edge of a knife than a mercenary.

But for Henry Clark, a salesman who has spent years traveling through dangerous regions around the world, dealing with warlords and government officials, this was nothing. What he found truly unbearable was that here, the women could only be looked at, not touched—not just because they didn’t fit his aesthetic tastes. When a man is desperate enough, even a double-eyelid sow can start to look like Diao Chan.

The problem was, this happened to be the region most ravaged by AIDS. His neighbor in the hotel, a French salesman who claimed romance was the most important thing in his life, had only been here for less than a month before his indiscriminate, romantic “love for all” got him infected with AIDS. This made Henry Clark, who hadn’t even had the chance to see a double-eyelid sow turn into Diao Chan, feel both lucky and extremely cautious. So, Henry Clark, who had originally vowed to create a nation on this hot African land, decided to give up on “nourishing yang with yin” and instead devoted himself to celibacy, enduring a whole year of abstinence. After a whole damn year of holding back, when he finally got the call from company headquarters saying the overall deal was done and he could leave Africa and return home, Henry Clark couldn’t help but lower his head, tears streaming down his face, to look at his little buddy that hadn’t been put to use in who knows how long—finally, the suffering was over.

Standing in the third-floor hallway, Henry Clark, who had climbed up without even getting out of breath, held a small travel bag in one hand and pressed the doorbell hard with the other.

“Coming, coming, who is it?” From behind the door came a lazy yet sexy voice. Hearing this, Henry Clark, already in a highly excited mood, felt his eyes redden, as if smoke and sparks could shoot from his nostrils—he seemed on the verge of turning into a beast.

The door swung open, revealing a seductive, alluring face. Maybe she had just woken up, with a hint of anger and coyness on her face, and a blush that hadn’t yet faded from her cheeks. The upturned corners of her eyes carried a fox-like, teasing charm.

She wore a thin silk robe that exposed the creamy white of her chest and neck. The red robe did nothing to hide her sexy, fiery figure. “It’s you?” Seeing Henry Clark standing outside, the woman was momentarily stunned.

“It’s me!” Henry Clark replied simply, stepping right inside. He tossed his travel bag aside, closed the door behind him, and his reddened eyes swept over this tempting enchantress. “Where’s your husband?”

“He’s not here, you…” The woman, startled, raised her hand—clutching the collar of her robe—to her mouth. In the blink of an eye, with the sound of tearing fabric, Henry Clark had transformed from a neatly dressed, sharp-looking professional into a completely naked, top-grade hunk.

“Pervert…” The woman, her pretty face flushed, only had time to utter two words before the naked Henry Clark reached out, flicked her robe aside, and pulled this mature and seductive enchantress into his arms, his mouth finding hers.

The woman struggled twice but couldn’t break free from Henry Clark’s embrace. She could only cling tightly to his head, enduring the shivers and tingling brought on by Henry Clark’s lips and hands, letting out a moan that was almost a whimper: “You little devil, stop, mm, be gentle…”

“Beautiful, do you know I held back for a whole year in that damned place in Africa? I was about to go crazy.” His lips wandered over her warm, blushing skin as he mumbled indistinctly. With a thrust of his chiseled hips, a soul-shattering moan escaped her lips, filling him with ecstatic pleasure.

Henry Clark’s hips were like the turbocharged, intercooled, high-powered diesel engine of a Chinese Type 99 main battle tank, instantly revving up to full speed. The woman’s eyes rolled back, a flush of excitement spreading across her face like a tide. But with her last shred of reason, she moaned in Henry Clark’s ear, begging, “Don’t… my husband, he…”

“Huh? Isn’t he not home?” Henry Clark paused, his movements slowing as he lifted his head from her heaving chest. His sun-darkened, muscular chest looked as if it were cast in bronze, making the woman’s heart race like a startled deer. Compared to her husband, this younger man was unbelievably strong.

Seeing her expression, Henry Clark wickedly thrust his hips again, nearly sending her soul flying. After a moment, the woman cupped Henry Clark’s face in her hands, affectionately kissing his handsome, sun-kissed cheek, and said breathlessly, “That bastard isn’t really out—he came back early from his business trip, just arrived a little while ago. Right now, he’s gone downstairs to buy soy sauce. I was going to call and tell you not to come, but I didn’t expect you to get here so fast.” Her eyes lingered on this man five years her junior, who had completely bewitched her, a married woman.

“What?!” Henry Clark’s soaring desire was instantly doused with ice water. Damn it… he really just went to buy soy sauce?