She's so bold.

In front of her was a white and tender little hand. Wu Meilai looked up and a clear face came into view. It was even more lovely than when she saw it from a distance.

She didn't extend her hand, nor did she answer. She just lowered her head, rolled over, got up, and hurried away.

The next day, after being scolded by Wu Baizi and ordered not to run around anymore, Wu Mei came here and found out that the shoes she had just bought were stained yellow by the explosion.

When they went to Laowa Village again after the "ban" was lifted, the little girl had already returned to the city.

Wu Meilai never took it to heart. Only occasionally, when she saw the brilliant fireworks in the sky, she would feel a little regretful: if only she hadn't run away at that time.

I thought I would never see each other again in my life, but unexpectedly, more than ten years later, the two of us met again.

Zhou Qianling asked her what he thought of her when they met again.

Wu Meilai's answer was the same as when she was little, a half-truth. Zhou Qianling's appearance hadn't changed much, but his whole demeanor had. When she stared at her, she looked a lot like the seductive Daji from the old version of Investiture of the Gods.

Beautiful, charming, but also concealing a hint of inherent indifference.

The sound of water stopped, the bathroom door was opened again, and the sound of the game was particularly harsh in the room.

Wu Meilai quit the game. In a short time, Zhou Qianling had walked behind her, and the air was filled with heat and moisture.

"Do you want to take a shower? The water takes so long to heat up, so take advantage of it while it's still warm."

"No," Wu Meilai stopped looking back.

Zhou Qianling was naked, with one hand raised to touch the back of her neck, her face turned to the side and not looking at herself. Her long wet hair hung down from her forearm, sticking to her collarbone, dripping with water.

"You, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Wu Meilai stood up hurriedly and looked away.

"Clothes, pants, and everything else have been washed."

Wu Meilai:?

Aren't we just here to clean the ice cream stains?

Wu Meilai: "Oh."

Zhou Qianling heard the game sound again and finally turned to look at her. The man who had stood up in a panic had his back to her again, his head bowed, one hand on the table, the other holding his phone, the screen almost in his eyes.

You're shy after all.

The little bit of shame that was left in him completely disappeared. Zhou Qianling put down his hand, walked to her side casually, bent down, opened the drawer and took out the hair dryer.

Before standing up, she raised her eyelids and glanced.

In the shadow of her hair, Wu Meilai pursed her lips and stared at the screen.

As if afraid of revealing even a hint of gaze.

The noise of the hair dryer drowned out the sound of the game, and Wu Meilai finally relaxed.

Sitting down quietly, Wu Meilai absentmindedly quit the game, opened it, quit it, opened it again...

She is so bold.

Wu Meilai had only heard that bathhouses in the north did not hide away people, but she didn't expect that the south China region was also so bold.

But... this is what a woman's body is like.

Wu Meilai had never looked at other people or looked in the mirror. She had only looked down at herself while taking a bath, so she couldn't tell whether she was beautiful or ugly.

Now she knew that a woman's body was indeed beautiful.

The word "beautiful" is very abstract. It is difficult to describe what is beautiful about it. Just like when you see a lotus, you will exclaim "Wow, it's so beautiful!" But if you look closely, you will find that it is just made up of petals and a pistil. What is beautiful about the petals and the pistil?

The same is true for people. They have two eyes, one nose, and one mouth, but some people think they are beautiful, while others think they are ugly.

If we have to explain why, whether it is beautiful or ugly depends entirely on personal consciousness.

If something makes people feel happy and attractive at first glance, and they can't help but want to look at it a few more times, then it is beautiful.

According to this standard, Zhou Qianling is extremely beautiful to Wu Mei.

But this beauty seems to have something different from ordinary things. It is an impulse that makes people feel thirsty and is engraved in their genes.

She didn't even know what it was.

Similarly, Zhou Qianling was oblivious to the impact she was having on others, forcing a philosopher out of her. She casually ruffled her hair, returned to the table, put the hair dryer back down, and then propped herself up on the table with one hand, resting the other on her hip... well, there was a hint of flirting going on.

"Aren't you going to wash?"

"I..." Wu Meilai couldn't look straight at him. Her cheeks flushed and she turned her head away, just in front of the window. The sky outside had darkened. It looked like they would have to stay in town tonight. Wu Meilai changed her words and said, "You need to take a shower. Go back to bed and cover yourself up. Don't catch a cold again."

After saying that, he turned around and hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

After a moment's pause, the heat on her face subsided, and Wu Meilai finally took in the cramped bathroom. Less than a meter long, the left wall held a water heater and showerhead, a squat toilet at her feet, and against the right wall sat a wastebasket, basin, and small sink. Above the sink sat a half-length mirror, reflecting a woman with a flushed face and pursed lips.

Wu Meilai raised her hand.

It's obviously not hot anymore, why is it still so red?

Glancing at the bathroom door, she saw no one standing there. Wu Meilai slowly unzipped her coat in front of the mirror, crossed her hands, and grasped the hem of her sweater, pulling it up.

My breathing is a little rapid.

She dodged the image in the mirror.

Women's bodies seem to be taboo and hidden from view since birth.