Chapter 20 Foot Massage: At thirty-eight, do you still have sexual needs? ...

It was as if he was proving that he wasn't avoiding her.

Liang Huaixu arrived home at 6:30 that afternoon and had dinner with Zhuang Fuyao.

At seven o'clock, he turned on the TV to watch the news broadcast. Zhuang Fuyao went to take a shower and wash her hair. By the time she finished her routine, Liang Huaixu had already finished watching the news broadcast and taken a shower.

Tonight, she changed into a champagne-colored slip dress and outerwear. The dress had lace trim at the chest and was of medium length, just covering her thighs, making her legs look long and straight, creating a subtly sexy look.

With nothing much to do that evening, she was thinking about a suspense film she'd recently been recommended. Although the film didn't have any truly scary scenes, watching it alone, with its tense background music, could still be a little creepy.

Zhuang Fuyao knocked on the door of Liang Huaixu's study, wanting to ask him to look at it together.

"What's wrong?"

Liang Huaixu was still wearing his work glasses, giving him a refined, scholarly air.

Zhuang Fuyao blinked. "Are you free right now? Can you do me a favor?"

Liang Huaixu paused for two seconds. There were some documents that he needed to approve in the next couple of days, but there was no rush. He could help her with her matters first.

"You're free? What's up?"

"I found a really good suspense movie, but I'm too scared to watch it alone. Can you give me some courage?"

"..."

He should have asked what it was about first, and then asked if he was free. If he had known it was to see a movie, he definitely wouldn't have agreed.

"You just said you were free, right?"

Zhuang Fuyao smiled, revealing a charming dimple that was both innocent and endearing. It was irresistible.

He sighed inwardly and could only reluctantly agree.

This time, Zhuang Fuyao didn't order barbecue, but instead made a yogurt salad, and they went to the home theater on the second floor.

After turning off the lights, she lay down on the sofa and began to watch intently.

The first part of the film sets the scene and is relatively slow-paced. She chatted with Liang Huaixu while watching it.

"...I'm quite used to my current life. It's more interesting and refreshing than in 2008. The only downside is Cheng Beibei's situation."

Liang Huaixu was taken aback.

She continued, "I went to Zou City to pay my respects to her a few days ago. Her younger brother was only eight or nine years old back then, not even up to my shoulder, but now he's over 1.8 meters tall."

So the reason she suddenly looked so haggard a while ago was because she learned about Cheng Beibei's situation.

The two sisters have always had a good relationship, which is understandable.

Five years ago, she cried her heart out over this very thing, and now she has to suffer the same pain again.

His tone softened, "But the deceased are gone, and those who are alive now must live well."

“Yes.” Zhuang Fuyao sighed, “So this is something that can’t be solved; I can only face it myself.”

She turned to look at him. "So now you know I was being sarcastic when I was climbing the mountain, right?"

Liang Huaixu remained silent for a moment.

Zhuang Fuyao continued, "In my opinion, we're not divorced yet, so you know how angry I was when you kept asking about Qin Zhenglin. If I really had something going on with him, even if it was cheating, I'm not that kind of person."

She described their relationship as "not yet divorced," and Liang Huaixu was taken aback by her elaborate explanation. He tried to understand the nature of their relationship while thinking about how to clarify things with her.

While he was thinking, Zhuang Fuyao casually lifted her leg and placed it on his lap, her soft, white sole brushing against his pajama bottoms.

Liang Huaixu was wearing a gray ice silk pajama set. The material was cool and comfortable against the skin, with a delicate feel, and it was even twice the size of his usual size.

Liang Huaixu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately tried to put her feet down, but Zhuang Fuyao dodged him, saying with a hint of complaint and languor, "I've been walking all day, I'm so tired, give me a foot massage."

Her expression was quite natural, and she directed him with remarkable ease.

Zhuang Fuyao used to call him that often, either to massage his feet or to apply essential oils for a full-body spa.

Every time I serve her, it's a huge test of my patience.

He didn't mind anything, but he felt that it wasn't appropriate to do this now that they were divorced.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhuang Fuyao looked at him innocently and blankly, "Oh—I forgot we're divorced."

As she said this, she moved her foot slightly, and I thought she was going to move it away, but it just slid across his leg in an arc.

Liang Huaixu paused for a moment.

"I just tend to forget about this, so please give me some time to get used to it."

Zhuang Fuyao spoke apologetically, but showed no intention of putting her legs down.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll definitely try my best to remember that we're divorced. Let's leave today aside for now. My legs are so sore, can you give them a massage?"

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhuang Fuyao poked him with her toe.

Liang Huaixu was startled and quickly pressed down on her feet.

He understood that this was her subconscious reaction, and thought to himself, "This won't happen again."

He silently massaged her, applying just the right amount of pressure.

They continued watching the movie, which gradually reached its climax and the pace slowly quickened.

This scene depicts a gunfight.

The masked man took off his hat, revealing himself not to be the suspect everyone had suspected, but rather the police officer handling the case.

"Bang—bang—"

The villain suddenly opened fire, spraying bullets everywhere.

The theater had surround sound, and the effect was excellent.

Startled by the gunshot, Zhuang Fuyao pushed forward with the sole of her foot, catching Liang Huaixu off guard, who gasped for breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" Zhuang Fuyao apologized to him after realizing what she had just kicked.

Although the two had done all sorts of intimate things.

But Liang Huaixu at thirty-eight years old is not quite the same as he was at twenty-two.

Therefore, she can no longer be as natural as before when it comes to intimate contact between two people.

“…It’s okay.” He paused for a moment, then moved her foot a little further out.

They were quiet for a while.

Zhuang Fuyao secretly glanced down, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Liang Huaixu used to be particularly susceptible to teasing. Even a perfectly proper foot massage could turn into a less than pleasant situation.

And now...

The ice silk pajama pants are flat, and the feel when I accidentally kicked them wasn't very hard.

Does that mean men are no longer capable by the age of thirty-eight?

But she is also thirty-eight years old, and her sexual desire is still quite strong during her ovulation period each month.

Occasionally, she would come out to wash her underwear in the middle of the night, but ever since she bumped into him while washing her underwear last time, no matter how much noise she made at night, he hadn't come out.

Looking at it this way, Liang Huaixu doesn't even have dark circles under his eyes, and he looks very healthy and detached from worldly desires.

But... she had seen news reports about seventy-year-old men having children late in life.

This shows that seventy years old is indeed feasible, especially since Liang Huaixu was only thirty-eight...

Once a suspense film reaches its climax, it's easy to lose track of the plot if you're not careful.

"So why him? I didn't quite understand that part." She asked Liang Huaixu several questions in a row.

“I mentioned before that he has a tendency to commit domestic violence, and secondly…” This person really wasn’t distracted at all; he could answer every question she asked and even provide supporting arguments.

When the movie ended, she put her legs down, hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't resist her curiosity.

"This movie is pretty good. It's true that movies with high ratings are rarely bad."

She chatted with Liang Huaixu about some foreshadowing and details in the movie, then abruptly changed the subject, "Since the soul-swapping thing can't be changed, I hope we can still be close friends and family. Liang Huaixu, don't avoid me." He responded with an ambiguous "Mm."

Zhuang Fuyao is very clever; she knows how to retreat in order to advance, and she also knows how to proceed step by step.

She also knows how to lay the groundwork for information she wants to know.

She spoke in a questioning tone, "Many of my thoughts and perceptions are still from sixteen years ago. I'm easily curious about certain things, and you're the only one who can help me answer them."

Liang Huaixu nodded: "If there's anything you want to know in the future, you can ask me directly."

“You can’t think I’m annoying,” she said.

"I won't find you annoying."

"You have to tell me everything you know; you can't deliberately withhold information."

"I won't hide anything from you that I can tell you."

Zhuang Fuyao pouted, "What do you mean by 'you won't hide anything from me if you can tell me?' You tell me what you know, and I won't force you to know what you don't..."

Liang Huaixu actually felt there was no difference between the two points and didn't know why she was so insistent on this, but he still agreed, "Okay."

"Pinky promise!"

"..."

He thought this behavior was childish when he was twenty-two, and even more so when he was thirty-eight.

But Zhuang Fuyao was very assertive, and regardless of whether he was a good match or not, she took the initiative to hook his finger, saying, "Don't lie to me!"

A hint of helplessness crossed his face. "What do you want to ask?"

Zhuang Fuyao opened her clear, round eyes and asked sincerely and curiously, "You're thirty-eight years old, do you still have physical needs?"

"…………"

He is a man who values ​​integrity highly and has kept his promises for half his life, but he suffered a major setback here.

He opened his lips, a long-lost restlessness rising in his throat.

In the end, he said nothing, but just gave her a deep look.

"It's time to sleep."

……

In the middle of the night, Liang Huaixu lay in bed staring at the ceiling.

He was never a lustful person. His first masturbation was when he was eighteen—the first month of his relationship with Zhuang Fuyao—to suppress his inappropriate desires.

Before they actually became intimate, there were occasional, albeit infrequent, encounters.

Later, the two got married and were able to have each other openly. For the sake of health and sustainability, he began to plan to limit it to twice a week... Of course, in the end, the plan was just a plan.

After their divorce, he didn't deliberately suppress his desires, but perhaps due to his inherent lack of interest in sex, coupled with his simple and disciplined lifestyle, he rarely felt any interest in it...

The frequency of masturbation gradually decreased from once a month to once every three months... and now, it has been almost half a year since the last time.

Tonight was a long-awaited moment of restlessness, but there was only one toilet and one shower on the third floor, and he didn't want to go out, nor was it really appropriate.

Liang Huaixu closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure. Half an hour later, he gradually felt sleepy.

I slept for a full eight hours.

But when he woke up the next day, his face was burning hot as he looked at the soiled sheets.