A short story about Hengqin

I happened to be in beautiful Zhuhai (on a business trip).
After finishing work, I found a place I liked to stay.
The landlady of the guesthouse greeted me.
The first day, I checked in at night, and the landlady was probably still half asleep. She was wearing a dress,
yawning, and scratching her thigh. (At first glance, she had a mature, womanly charm).
The next day at noon, the landlady checked on me and extended my stay. She was wearing a tight top and shorts (I don't
know the name of these shorts, but I guess you guys know what they are—the kind with a good drape that shows the outline of your underwear).
While she was extending my stay, she asked me: "Can you smell any alcohol on me?"
The following is an interesting conversation:
Landlady: Can you smell any alcohol on me?
Me: Hmm, a little (actually, I didn't smell anything, but I saw her face was slightly red). I also said I smelled soy sauce.
The proprietress (laughing heartily): I saw people online making "sauce-flavored lattes," so I tried making it.
I had Maotai liquor, I had cream, but I didn't have... I couldn't pour the liquor back in, so I drank it all myself.
Me: You shouldn't force yourself to drink this. You could have asked me for help. (I smile)
The proprietress (smiling happily, inviting me): I have tea downstairs, come down anytime. What happened to your lip?
Me: I accidentally cut myself with one of your disposable razors (I'm using a small note to stop the bleeding).
The proprietress (giving me a flirtatious look): I thought your girlfriend bit you.
Me: You provided me with a sea view room, all you lack is a girlfriend...
The proprietress: I think you're not lacking in girlfriends, unlike those nouveau riche...
Me: ... Oh, the floor in the room is damaged, proprietress, could you take a look?
The proprietress (entering the room): I know, it's not your fault.
Then she asked me where I parked my car today (she had helped me find the parking spot the night before). I stood behind her,
pointing as I looked at her backside...
I guess she knew I was looking at her backside, because she just kept looking out the window.
Me: Your guesthouse business is doing well...
Landlady: So-so, my husband lets his wife manage the shop, he's trying to kill me...
Me: Awkward... (What the hell is this? I'm being led astray).
Looking at her shorts, I patted the "head" protruding from my pocket...
Friends, tell me, how do I continue this...?

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