For some reason, from that day on, Wen Heng seemed to have suddenly gained a new understanding, becoming a leader who commanded a large following and learning new things with even greater ease.
I lay on the armchair in the courtyard like a corpse, enjoying heavenly treatment.
"Zhou Lang, I want some water."
I reached out, and a steaming cup of tea quickly appeared in my palm.
Then a rewarding kiss landed on his lips.
"Zhou Lang, I'm hungry."
A steaming bowl of noodles with gravy has appeared in front of me.
Another rewarding kiss landed on his lips.
"Zhou Lang, your clothes are dirty and need washing!"
Then I saw a handsome young man holding a wooden stick, carefully washing each piece of clothing in a wooden basin.
"I want to take a hot shower!"
After Wen Heng finished washing the clothes, he would see a scurrying figure again, swinging an axe in his hand and chopping firewood in the yard with a "crack, crack" sound. He would then carry a carrying pole to fetch water, boil water, and fetch more water, his busy figure shuttling through every corner of this thatched cottage and small courtyard.
Hmm, not bad! I can finally graduate and live a life of leisure, where I can do whatever I want without lifting a finger.
"This is so comfortable." I lay in the warm, steamy wooden tub, soaking in a comfortable hot bath, feeling incredibly satisfied with my current life.
"Zhou Lang, give me a shoulder massage and a scrub." Soaking in the bathtub, I closed my eyes and continued to enjoy the pleasure of ordering Zhou Lang around.
"oh."
After a rustling sound, I heard a "plop" as a splash of water hit my face.
I opened my eyes in surprise to find that Wen Heng had jumped naked into my bathtub.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, clutching my chest, my face filled with panic.
Wen Heng, naked and holding a white towel, kept moving closer to me.
"Help Ahua scrub her back." Wen Heng blinked, looking serious.
"I asked you to scrub my back, you don't need to jump into my bathtub naked!" I involuntarily shifted my position to avoid it.
“This is how Father used to scrub Zhou Lang’s back in the bath.” Wen Heng was puzzled as to why I was so panicked.
But then his eyes lit up and he said to me in a serious but gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, Zhou Lang will be gentle and won't hurt Ahua."
The speaker may have meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart.
Having read countless stories, I recalled a man saying the same words to his wife on their wedding night, his first time consummating their marriage. This made my impure mind conjure up those erotic and suggestive images, and my eyes unconsciously began to scan Wen Heng's lithe body.
I swallowed hard, and my heart started pounding wildly.
“Zhou Lang used to be just as scared as Ahua, but he gradually got over it.” Wen Heng said earnestly, picking up a towel and wiping me down.
"No need." I hurriedly dodged away again.
Who would have thought that Wen Heng, this clueless fool, would wiggle his well-defined upper body and start pulling at me in the bathtub, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'll be very gentle!"
In my panicked and disoriented state, with my heart pounding wildly, I frantically dodged around in this tiny bathtub, staggering until I unfortunately stumbled into Wen Heng's warm embrace.
When our burning hot skin touched, my mind went completely blank, as if it had exploded.
Wen Heng put one arm around my waist and gently scrubbed my back with the other hand.
I was enveloped by a warm current emanating from his entire body, and even the warm object I accidentally touched underwater made my blank mind forget to put up any resistance.
Listening to the sound of water cascading down my back, amidst the misty air, I found myself, in a daze, leaning on Wen Heng's shoulder and wrapping my arms around his waist.
"Ah, this feels so good." I never knew that embracing someone could be so comforting and reassuring. Just as I was about to recklessly explore how to take advantage of him and force the issue,...
"Alright!" Wen Heng suddenly pushed me away, then turned his back and tossed the towel to me behind him: "Ahua, help Zhou Lang rub his hands too."
The towel that flew over landed right on my face, obscuring my eyes.
Wen Heng's push and the towel that suddenly flew into my eyes pulled me back to my senses, and my mind instantly cleared.
When you see his broad back, covered with countless grotesque and conspicuous scars, as if struck by lightning, it's a sight to behold.
Suddenly, an image flashed before my eyes: that day, amidst dark clouds, streaks of lightning, and thunder, the elegant young man with his flowing robes, his eyes resolute yet exuding a cold, distant aura, as if issuing a warning to me.
I was so startled that I snapped back to reality, and all my previous desire to devour him vanished.
She lifted a clean garment from a nearby clothes rack, soared into the air, wrapped it around herself, and then landed lightly.
Recalling the fleeting warning look he had given me, a chill ran down my spine, and I felt a surge of inexplicable anger. I threw the towel at Wen Heng's back, and heard the towel hit his back and fall into the water with a "plop."
"Wash it yourself!"
Then I stormed out without a second thought. Behind me, I only heard Wen Heng's confused murmur: "Zhou Lang didn't hurt Ahua, so why is he angry?"
For some reason, watching Wen Heng make progress little by little, I suddenly felt a fear that one day, after Wen Heng's primordial spirit fully returned to its place, he would transform the Zhou Lang in front of me, whose eyes were always filled with burning passion and purity, into the cold and unfamiliar Wen Heng who had just flashed through my mind.
I was filled with mixed feelings, realizing that I hadn't realized I cared so much about Zhou Lang now.
Since that day, I have stopped giving Wen Heng any orders. However, under my careful guidance these past few days, even without being called, Wen Heng still prepares the water, cooks the meal, chops the firewood, and washes the clothes in advance as always. He just doesn't get the kiss of praise from me.
One day, he actually stood in front of my door with his cheeks puffed out and lips pursed, and asked me, "Ahua, don't you like Zhou Lang anymore?"
I was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
Can I say that the better he does and the better he performs, the more anxious I become?
I walked past him to the lone flower by the window, looking somewhat forlorn. "Even the most beloved flower can become tiresome after a while. Just like Zhou Lang, after looking at this flower for a long time, he would get tired of it. Or when this flower withers, you would dislike it and discard it, and come to like other flowers. It's the same principle, do you understand?"
Wen Heng blinked and shook his head.
"You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you. In short, you won't always like only this one flower. When you come across a new one, you'll forget the old one and prefer the new one."
"But Zhou Lang has always only loved Ah Hua!"
"That's because you haven't met someone better than Ahua yet. If you do, you'll leave me and like someone new."
“Zhou Lang won’t abandon Ahua,” Wen Heng said anxiously, waving his hand as he explained.
Such cheesy love talk, when uttered by the clumsy Wen Heng, actually sounds clean and refreshing.
I feigned arrogance: "Anyway, I'm tired of seeing Ahua, so she's not allowed to hang around in front of me anymore."
Wen Heng's face darkened, and he lowered his head, saying only, "Oh."
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