Chapter 149 Fang Tong (2)

She looked up at the sky. "Are you a sex maniac?"

"Um……"

Xie Zeyi held her in his arms, lowered his head to sniff the fragrance of her hair, and said softly, "...I am."

She was still in a semi-conscious state, and three seconds after her back was pressed against his arms, something against her legs immediately brought her back to the world.

Well, he is.

He put his big hands around her and reached under her pajamas and into her clothes. He gently rubbed her belly, making her feel itchy, then rested his hands on it and didn't do anything else.

The warm, broad palms gently kneaded her cold belly, and somehow it made her whole body numb.

"Skin is the most important sexual organ. Humans gain comfort and security from caressing." She sighed softly with satisfaction. Biology is not deceiving me.

Spots of light slowly seeped in from some unknown crack, spreading across half the room. The piles of wrinkled clothes must have looked like scenes from a film that told a lewd story, but she was too lazy and tired to look up.

It was quiet next door, but both of them had forgotten about it.

It is so quiet at this moment, so quiet that you can almost hear the sound of sunlight and dust falling on the floor.

It's another sunny day! In a summer without the tanning creams of white people and the sunscreen and umbrellas of Asian women, a stroll in the sun will surely transform your skin into a healthy tan in a few days.

Ever since she was little, she'd envied the inhabitants of tropical islands. Palm trees and coconut trees were everywhere, and it only took a dozen minutes to walk to the beach to sit and watch the seagulls. The streets were filled with dark-skinned girls and young men in colorful clothes, all looking healthier and more cheerful than those from other places. They rarely let anything get them down, and were naturally optimistic. They were good swimmers, willing to dive into the water to gaze at the corals and tropical fish...

She suddenly remembered a picture.

On the outlying island, a tall man wearing slippers and carrying a bicycle appeared outside the hotel.

She lowered her head and thought for a while, then asked, "Mr. Xie?"

"Um?"

"Do you swim?"

"often."

"Do you often dive into the water?"

"Sometimes."

“Reach out and touch the coral reef, and watch schools of colorful fish swim past you…”

"Um."

She sighed softly.

He ruffled her hair, "What's wrong?"

"I haven't..." She was really upset. She had been in Hong Kong for so long, but she had never had a good time in the sea. It's not that she hadn't had the opportunity, but why?

Xie Zeyi smiled, "Regret not having met me earlier?"

She was suddenly awakened by his words, "Yes..."

Why was it Shanghai, where she'd truly met Xie Zeyi, that always seemed damp and gloomy when she recalled it? Why not Hong Kong? She should have snuck from the balcony into the garden on a sunny day, taken a bus and then a boat with him on a sunny day, and drank coconut milk or iced cola on the beach...

The doorbell rang and sterilized milk and breakfast were delivered.

Her stomach growled in time.

The quilt beside her felt lighter, and she turned her head to see that Xie Zeyi had already gotten up from the bed, walked to the center of the room, grabbed a pair of pants and put them on, turned around and stared at her as she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and then opened the door.

"Butter croissant, boiled eggs and coffee—"

She heard Xie Zeyi politely ask in a low voice, "No Chinese breakfast lately?"

The man said, "Lunch is not filling, and many people have complained about it."

Xie Zeyi responded and turned to go into the house.

Before the door closed, the delivery man stared at Xie Zeyi's naked back for a while before ringing the doorbell next door.

After putting down the breakfast, he walked to the bed, bent over and kissed her on the lips as a good morning kiss, then turned around to heat the milk.

She was thinking back to the Hong Kong sunshine and the kiss, and for a moment she paused, thinking to herself: Well, I want to dive into the tropical water and kiss again.

I wanted to stay in bed a little longer, but when I tilted my head, I caught a glimpse of several red scratches on his handsome back and woke up immediately. I put on my shirt, ran barefoot across half the room, and approached him silently from behind.

Thinking he hadn't noticed, she didn't get too close when she was suddenly hugged and held between him and the dining table.

Xie Zeyi leaned forward, but before he could kiss her, she blocked him with one arm and said, "Let me see your back."

He was incredibly strong and turned her around and carried her on his back.

She hugged his neck and examined the red marks on his smooth back. Then, looking down, she remembered she'd been so busy she hadn't trimmed her nails for a week. She gently touched the intact skin around him with her finger, feeling a pang of guilt. "Oh no..."

Xie Zeyi also clicked his tongue.

"Does it hurt?"

He smiled, "Itchy."

She patted him and told him to put her down: "I'll go get some medicine and rub it on."

"Let him be, it will all be gone tomorrow." He didn't care. He narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Why don't we try a different position tonight so we don't get touched?"

She was speechless. She could only say, "I don't feel tired washing quilts every day."

He answered very confidently: "No."

She wanted to knock him unconscious immediately.

He put on a smile, carried her across the room, and put her on the sofa. He took a sip of milk, then handed it to her, and sat down beside her to eat the croissant.

She took a couple of quick bites, then buried her head in finding An's ointment and cotton wool, and sat behind him to apply the ointment on him.

Xie Zeyi had long been accustomed to her irregular eating habits. He would peel a boiled egg for her and put it into her bowl at the right time, and mix the remaining milk into her black coffee.

The doorbell rang again, and after a few seconds he pounded on the door and shouted "Lieutenant Colonel! Sirtse!" He looked extremely anxious.

Xie Zeyi put on his shirt and walked towards the door, buttoning it as he walked.

The two talked outside the door. She ate the eggs, washed up, and put on a shirt and skirt. Xie Zeyi had already put on his military uniform and was ready to go out.

She looked up at the clock, but it was only just past eight.

"You left so early today," she said.

Xie Zeyi leaned against the door and looked at her. She knew he was asking for a kiss, so she kicked off her slippers and ran towards him. As soon as she raised her feet, he immediately grabbed her by the waist and kissed her.

The adjutant saw this and angrily slammed the steering wheel, complaining loudly: "Married couples are always in love, bachelors are always single, and I will always hate this rotten place!"

Xie Zeyi ignored the man and touched his forehead to hers. "A new vehicle and courier arrived here today."

She hummed and watched him leave the house.

He had walked to the car, then strode back and looked up at her from the bottom of the stairs: "Today is Thursday, any letters can be sent today."

"No."

He narrowed his eyes: "Really, Mrs. Lu?"

At the bottom of the wardrobe was a letter addressed to Mr. Smith but never addressed to him, so he would take the opportunity to make a joke about it every Wednesday.

She laughed, "Really not." Then she waved at him.

He strode closer.

She held onto the railing and bent down to kiss him.

After the kiss, Xie Zeyi raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "It's no use, ma'am."

She had already walked away, but she came back and kissed him again. She asked, "Is this not okay?"

He still said, “Well, no.”

She leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear.

The adjutant urged anxiously.

Xie Zeyi slowly opened his squinting eyes under the sun, stared at her, and replied to his adjutant: "I'm coming."

She knew that he wasn't really angry, he was just having fun with it.

The car drove away and she stood on the railing and watched for a while.

There was a cellar of soda and wine in the basement, and a few pots of flowers bloomed on the windowsill. She was lost in thought, feeling for some reason that in Mr. Xie's world, war would break out tomorrow. He lived each day as if it were his last, loving her and living. Therefore, the day-to-day dullness felt excessively warm.

She sighed softly and decided to tell him the story of her dream last night when she came back in the evening.

Just as I was daydreaming, Robert emerged from behind the fence. He must have been taking a morning walk to learn Chinese, so he held a cup of coffee in one hand and a Chinese dictionary in the other, reciting silently. I don't know how long he'd been eavesdropping from behind the railings. The first thing he asked was, "What's the intimate code for makeout?"

She was startled, then came to her senses: "Literally."

He pondered for a long time: "Considering the context, there should be other deeper meanings."

She was just thinking about what to say to stop this genius from guessing the meaning of this future-derived phrase when the door of the next room opened and a young brown-haired man walked out.

Robert waved the dictionary in his hand at him. "Good morning, John. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad, Auburn."

"I didn't realize you and Linzy were neighbors. Have you met before?"

"not yet."

"It just so happens. Come, let me introduce you to our beautiful Chinese lady. Linzy - where are you going?"

She was about to go back to the house when she turned around and bumped into John.

Robert was very enthusiastic: "That's perfect! Linzy, if you want to go out now, the three of us can go to the group together."

She could only smile at him friendly and extend her hand: "Hello."

John scratched his hair: "Uh... okay."

When the two looked at each other, the atmosphere instantly became extremely awkward.

Robert was puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"