In Wei Zhi’s mind, she could come up with endless variations for this kind of activity, different every day of the week… But now, she discovered that putting it into practice was a whole different dimension.
Far from being creative, as she started, her entire body froze like a mummified corpse, stiff and rigid. She didn’t dare let her eyes wander, focusing only on Shan Chong.
Half of the man’s face was hidden in shadow as he spoke hoarsely, “Move.”
“I-I’m afraid,” Wei Zhi’s lips trembled anxiously. “What if I use too much force and break you?”
Hearing this, Shan Chong’s chaotic thoughts disappeared for three seconds, and he just wanted to laugh—
Now, no one in the world knew better than him how soft and tender the young woman’s hands were. She probably had never done housework or manual labor in her life. Her palms were soft and fleshy…
There were no visible lines on her palms.
The temperature of her palms was just right.
Break him?
This was coming from someone who needed to use her teeth to open a water bottle.
He cupped her face and kissed her, “Remember when we first met in Chongli? I never even let you carry your board, did I?”
Wei Zhi was dazed by the kiss, confused.
She didn’t understand why he brought this up at such a crucial moment. If he wanted to make her grateful and compliant, there were thousands of other things worth mentioning. Why talk about carrying her board?
As she pondered this, she saw half of the man’s face in the moonlight, his lips curling into a slight smile as he said, “Don’t ever thank me for that.”
Wei Zhi: “Huh?”
He stopped smiling: “Good deeds are rewarded. Only now do I realize I was securing benefits for myself back then…”
Wei Zhi was still bewildered.
But her attention was quickly drawn away by another deep kiss from the man.
Amidst intermittent kisses, she followed his simple instructions, her mind blank. Occasionally, she tried to apply some theoretical knowledge based on professional instinct (?). Whenever she did this, he would hiss and stop giving directions…
After Wei Zhi’s third attempt to “surprise” him, he finally bit her earlobe in exasperation: “Where did you learn these things?”
The seasoned Wei Zhi was the one who wrote the textbook.
However, at this moment, with her ear being bitten, goosebumps rising from her neck, and her mind in ruins, she stammered, “The ‘Gym Diary’.”
Sorry, fellow writers. I need to save myself here.
For once, the man didn’t react coldly to these words. He just chuckled and even encouragingly patted her head, telling her to continue.
If the atmosphere hadn’t been so charged, Wei Zhi might have rolled her eyes.
Half an hour passed, and her hand went from trembling out of fear to trembling from exhaustion—
She had used every trick she could think of. Apart from the object of her ministrations responding well (?), progressing steadily, and showing some reaction, she was working up a sweat, feeling like she was doing pointless labor…
She even felt like reminding him, irritated and embarrassed, that this might be a medical condition and he should consider seeing a urologist.
The man had gone from embracing her to half-propping her up, placing a pillow behind her lower back, positioning her in the way she usually loved to hug him—
Now, his face was buried in the crook of her neck, his hot breath tickling below her ear, occasionally kissing her earlobe…
Everything above the neck was incredibly pure.
His clothes were a bit disheveled now, the hem of his hoodie hanging down as he knelt. The edge of his clothes concealed everything, and the room was pitch black, nothing visible.
His breathing was clear next to her ear.
Each breath made her blush furiously.
Towards the end, she had gone from her heart racing beyond capacity to gradually becoming numb, even feeling a bit impatient… Finally, she couldn’t help but purse her lips, actively seeking his lips, kissing him pleadingly, and whimpering, “Can you not be so close to my ear? Or just get on with it—”
Her tone was filled with desperation.
The man paused upon hearing this.
In the end, he burst into laughter, collapsing onto her.
Despite his slender appearance when clothed, without clothes, his body was all taut muscle. Now, he pressed down on her like a small mountain. Wei Zhi could barely breathe under his weight, still worried she might accidentally hurt him—
She let out an “Aiya,” sounding quite pitiful.
“What’s so funny?” she said. “I’m being serious.”
The man propped himself up with one hand beside her head, gradually stopping his laughter. He looked down at her and asked, “Tired?”
The young woman nodded, her eyes red.
He responded with an “Oh” and pecked her lips. About a minute later, he finally got up and released her.
By now, Wei Zhi’s palm was numb.
…
Shan Chong went to the bathroom to clean up.
When he came out, he found that she had plugged in the power card at some point. Now, only a bedside lamp was on in the room. In the dim yellow light, the young woman’s hair was a bit messy, but it didn’t detract from her… She sat cross-legged in the light, seriously examining her palm.
—What he had left there earlier.
As Shan Chong came out, he saw her raise her hand to her nose, sniffing like a small animal without any hint of desire… The words “Did I chafe your skin?” that had been on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back.
The attraction between humans is always captured by those unintentional moments.
No need for affectation.
Why did the “pure sensuality” style suddenly become popular among both men and women, becoming the divine style everyone pursues?
For instance, the young woman wearing a white shirt with a knit sweater over it, a light gray skirt, sitting cross-legged on the bed with a serious research expression… In places she didn’t notice, the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze deepening.
A few seconds later.
Wei Zhi was even considering whether to taste it a little but couldn’t cross that mental barrier. As she was deeply conflicted, the man turned back to the bathroom. When he came out again, he was holding a damp towel and grabbed her wrist.
Amidst Wei Zhi’s meaningless protests of “Eeh, don’t,” he quickly destroyed the evidence (research sample).
“What do you mean ‘don’t’?” He didn’t even look up. “I saw everything clearly when I was standing at the bathroom door… Are you a one-year-old? Why do you want to put everything in your mouth?”
“…”
There was a rumbling in her head. Wei Zhi guessed it must be the outside world collapsing.
Her face turned redder than at any point before. She widened her eyes, her lips opening and closing, unable to squeeze out a single word—
Indeed, what could she say?
This is my job, can’t I research it?
Such serious dedication to her profession, when spoken of so lightly from his mouth, made her want to die.
Her palm was already sore from the friction, and now being wiped so roughly with a damp towel, the embarrassed and indignant young woman hissed twice, frowning as she pulled her hand back, complaining, “Your hand is too heavy! Gentle! It’s clean! It’s clean! Not a drop left!”
Shan Chong had already finished wiping.
Hearing her shout so earnestly, he wanted to laugh, so he put down the towel and laughed again.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the air was completely ruined by her few words. Hearing her coquettishly shout “Not a drop left” in a hoarse voice, he raised his hand and pinched her cheek.
Wei Zhi moved a bit to the side, and the man took it as an invitation, sitting right next to her… The bed was so small, that she tugged on the drawstring of his hoodie and snuggled into his embrace.
Afraid he might pull some other trick.
Letting go of his hoodie drawstring, the young woman now obediently hugged the man’s waist as they squeezed onto the bed together. Her hands were very well-behaved, not daring to touch below his waist.
Feeling him brush away the hair on her forehead and place a kiss on her brow, he said very affectionately, “Did I scare you?”
“It’s fine,” she said politely. “It wasn’t particularly scary, within normal cognitive range, I’d say.”
“?”
“…”
Considering how hard she had worked tonight, the man didn’t argue with her about this. He raised his hand and rubbed her earlobe, making an “Mm” sound before saying, “You worked hard.”
“If you were half as nice when teaching skiing, I wouldn’t have taken ten days to learn how to push off,” she said, her face buried in his chest. “Only saying nice things after getting what you want, how can there be someone like you?”
The hand casually draped over her shoulder paused.
The man thought for a moment and asked, “So, shall I return the favor?”
Wei Zhi hadn’t reacted to what he meant. She made an “Ah” sound and lifted her head from his embrace, staring at him blankly.
At this moment, the man’s large hand slid down.
Past her curved waistline, past her hips, finally reaching the loosely spread hem of her skirt as she lay down. He paused.
“Shall I?” he asked.
Wei Zhi was silent for three seconds.
Three minutes later, Shan Chong stood in the hallway, watching the door slam shut in his face.
…
When Shan Chong left the hotel, it was almost 10 PM. Passing through the lobby, he noticed the usually empty sofa area was suddenly full of people. He didn’t pay much attention, just glancing briefly before walking straight past.
Standing at the hotel entrance with his hands in his pockets, for some inexplicable reason, he didn’t leave immediately but spaced out for a while. At that moment, two well-dressed women in their twenties brushed past him—
The beautiful woman didn’t notice Shan Chong.
But as soon as they stepped into the hotel lobby, the group of people who had “suddenly appeared” in the sofa area all stood up at once. One of them even said, “Time to work, time to work.”
Shan Chong instinctively looked back and realized that the group sitting in the sofa area were all wearing white shirts. They had varied appearances but were all men—
As soon as the two beautiful women entered the hotel, it was like a pheromone bomb had been thrown into a duck pond.
A pond full of ducks taking flight.
Shan Chong: “…”
This made Shan Chong feel a bit like, well, someone who had just finished work early and was now enviably off duty.
He immediately called Wei Zhi. The other end answered fiercely with a “What,” asking what he wanted now. Then she heard the man ask in a casual tone: “Can you cancel or change your hotel reservation?”
Wei Zhi: “What?”
Shan Chong: “Let’s change hotels. I’ll come to help you move your luggage after I finish teaching tomorrow.”
As Wei Zhi was still confused, Shan Chong had already hung up.
Then the phone rang again. He thought it was Wei Zhi calling back, but when he looked down, it was Bei Ci, who had already called many times before.
Shan Chong felt something wasn’t right.
He answered the voice call, and the other side didn’t hesitate, getting straight to the point: “Something seems off with Lao Yan. He kept saying he was cold earlier, so I just called 120 and sent him to the hospital. We’re in the ambulance now.”
Shan Chong made an “Oh” sound, asked which hospital, and prepared to hail a cab by the roadside.
Only after he got into the taxi did he ask how Lao Yan was doing. Bei Ci, now more relaxed, said “He won’t die,” then added with extreme disdain: “The person’s already gone, what’s the point of this show? I never realized he was such a lovesick fool before.”
“Maybe he’s never been dumped so seriously before,” Shan Chong said. “He can’t accept it.”
Bei Ci looked at Lao Yan’s pale face and couldn’t be bothered to comment on his intelligence.
After thinking for a moment, he asked Shan Chong: “Why didn’t you answer when I called you so many times earlier? I was so worried, almost thought I’d have to arrange Lao Yan’s funeral—”
“I’m not 120, why call me when he’s drunk like that? Where’s your brain?” Shan Chong stretched his long legs. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s on his way to the hospital.”
The person on the other end of the phone immediately sensed his good mood, as he was even joking.
So he joked back: “You just sent Little Shimei back to her hotel, the hotel next door. It would take me five minutes to crawl on all fours, but you took almost an hour to send her and didn’t answer your phone. I had to ask what you were up to, heh…”
He laughed meaningfully.
Then he waited cheekily for the man to scold him.
But after waiting for nearly thirty seconds, he didn’t hear any response from the man.
The Joker was stunned, feeling like he was joking with himself. He paused and asked Shan Chong: “What do you mean?”
The man lifted his eyelids slightly and said in a nasal voice: “What do you mean, what do I mean?”
Bei Ci asked directly: “You’re not saying… What does your silence mean? She just asked Lao Yan and Jiang Nanfeng with disgust if they had done anything, and then you turned around and—”
“She’s 22. How old is Lao Yan?”
Bei Ci drew in a sharp breath.
“Besides, I didn’t do anything.”
Shan Chong paused, “Didn’t do much.”
Bei Ci, who had inhaled half a sharp breath, nearly choked. He cursed and asked if he could finish speaking in one go. What did “didn’t do much” mean? How could he stay in the hotel for so long if he didn’t do much? Were they just chatting under the covers, teaching her how to do tricks?
“Why do you have so much nonsense to say?” Shan Chong asked. “You’ve seen what your little Shimei is like. If I did anything, she’d want to dig a hole in the wall and bury herself so deep you couldn’t dig her out. What do you think I could do?”
“…I’m starting to forget what ‘do’ means. Dear, I suggest we be more civilized.”
“Oh, what do you think I could have done?”
“…”
Bei Ci asked quietly, “You know, these days, girls who hide at the slightest breeze in the 3D world might be devils in the 2D world. Old drivers, taking you on happy rides, maybe before this you’ve already had countless descendants die at her hands—”
“Oh.”
“How can you be so calm?”
Because I experienced it tonight.
She does know some strange things, isn’t it all learned from watching the same stuff as you? Just knowing a bit of the surface—
Like someone who’s read medical books all their life but never got a license to practice, and suddenly they’re handed a scalpel and the next second they’re standing next to the operating table…
The kind that could accidentally kill someone.
…Although it wasn’t all bad.
“You mind other people’s business. If you’re so free, why don’t you worry about whether Lao Yan lives or dies? What else do you want to be shocked about?”
As he was brushing him off, the car arrived at the hospital. He paid and got out of the car.
While asking Bei Ci where he was now, he looked down at his phone and saw a new WeChat message—
[Little Ji: I think I know what you’re talking about now?]
Shan Chong: “…”
[Little Ji: You can’t blame me, you were so vague. I thought you encountered something dirty when you went downstairs?]
[Little Ji: I was too curious about what you meant, and a bit scared, so I wanted to go down and find a kind-looking cleaning auntie or concierge to ask if the hotel had any urban legends, but… well.]
[Little Ji: Don’t worry, I’ve checked, none of them are as handsome as you.]
Shan Chong immediately hung up on Bei Ci.
Standing at the hospital entrance, he didn’t rush in but replied to her message—
He just sent six meaningful and speechless dots.
[Little Ji: Really, you’re streets ahead of them.]
[Chong: I know.]
[Chong: So, as the earliest one to start work among them, I’m already on my way back after getting off work.]
[Little Ji: …]
[Little Ji: Although it was wrong of me to lock you out, the atmosphere was really scary at that moment. I was a bit moved, you were a bit moved, wasn’t that the prelude to an accident?]
[Little Ji: So I just slightly turned my face and sent you away. Is that not okay?]
[Little Ji: You did get some pleasure too!]
[Little Ji: Do you have to talk like this?]
The man held his phone, looking at the sentence “You did get some pleasure too,” and chuckled—
Just for the young woman’s “how dare you act smug after getting what you wanted” aggrievement that was almost overflowing through the screen.
He felt like teasing her a bit.
His eyes lowered, and he slowly typed one word—
[Chong: Yes.]
The other side quickly replied, also with one word—
[Little Ji: Fine.]
After sending this quite resolute word, there was no more “typing” indication from her side.
Two seconds later, she called him directly. As soon as Shan Chong answered, he heard the young woman say in a sweet, obedient voice: “Is this the brother who was just sent away? I was wrong, come back. I was in such a hurry to send you away, I forgot to give you money.”
Shan Chong: “…”
Wei Zhi: “Can’t let you work for free… duck!”
Shan Chong chuckled.
The person on the other end of the phone completely ignored his ominous chuckle and continued to act frightened: “You won’t report me to the police, will you?”
Shan Chong: “Had enough fun?”
“…No.” Wei Zhi returned to her normal voice, giggling. “As long as I can’t see your face, I dare to say nonsense on the phone.”
Shan Chong said helplessly: “Stop fooling around. I’m at the hospital, a place that needs to be serious.”
As soon as the man said this.
The other end of the phone fell silent.
When she spoke again, the young woman’s voice had completely lost its previous lightness, sounding a bit tense and incredulous: “What are you doing at the hospital so late at night? You couldn’t have fallen downstairs, right? Someone who can land safely after a big air jump couldn’t fall on flat ground? Or did I break you? No way, I didn’t use any force—didn’t use much force… You didn’t cry out in pain at the time, did you?”
Shan Chong took ten seconds to consider whether she was truly stupid or joking again.
On the eleventh second, her voice took on a nervous, tearful tone: “Shan Chong? Are you still there? Say something!”
Shan Chong: “…”
Shan Chong had never heard the young woman dare to call his full name directly in his life.
So—
Hmm.
It seems she was that stupid.