Chapter 17 How about I teach you?
The spicy liquor slid down his throat like a fire, instantly igniting his internal organs. He smacked his lips: "Mom, why does this rice wine taste different from before? It has a bit of... medicinal taste."
Zhao Xiaohua remained expressionless, filled his cup again, and casually said, "Oh, that's a recipe I just learned from the neighboring village. I added some Chinese herbs to it to strengthen the body and kidneys. You work so hard in the fields every day, drink some of this to nourish your body."
As night deepened, the north wind howled outside the window, like the low growl of a wild beast.
The earthen bed was warm and cozy, but Zhao Wenchang, lying on his makeshift bed, couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned.
At first, he just felt hot, but later the intense heat seemed to be seeping out from between his bones, making him feel unwell all over.
He pulled back the covers, but it was still hot. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, but it was no use. That nameless fire raged within him, unable to find an outlet.
He didn't know if the room was too stuffy or if the mattress beneath him was too thick.
Jiang Wanqiu, who was on the kang (a heated brick bed), was also awake.
Her consciousness was immersed in her own blissful space. Just now, the system's cold notification sounded again: her space had been upgraded!
The once cramped space, with only one row of shelves, was now spacious and more than twice the size. What made her heart race even more was the abundance of new items on the shelves. In addition to the pills that improved women's health, there was now a whole row of medicines specifically for men, such as "Dragon Tiger Pill" and "Macho Pill," names that made her blush and her heart race just by hearing them.
On the other side of the shelf, there were several pieces of lingerie with designs so daring they were astonishing—lace, tulle, styles that people in this era wouldn't even dare to dream of.
The bottom shelf is filled with all sorts of oddly shaped trinkets.
Jiang Wanqiu was overjoyed at the thought of how much money this could fetch.
Her gaze fell on a cute little pink thing.
Just as she was studying the "fat bee," the commotion on the other side of the sleeping platform grew louder and louder.
Zhao Wenchang sat up abruptly, breathing heavily.
He was so hot that he took off his shirt and then his vest, and lay down on the mattress shirtless, hoping to cool off.
Startled by the commotion, Jiang Wanqiu withdrew her consciousness from the space.
The dim moonlight struggled to penetrate the thick plastic sheeting covering the window. She squinted, trying to make out the dark figure on the ground.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
No one answered; only the man's increasingly suppressed breathing could be heard.
Jiang Wanqiu sensed something was wrong, so she propped herself up and reached out to touch his forehead.
The moment her fingertips touched his skin, it felt like touching a red-hot iron, so hot that she jerked her hand back.
Something's not right.
Reaching down further, his broad, muscular chest was surprisingly hot.
I have a fever!
This was Jiang Wanqiu's first reaction.
In her haste, she disregarded everything else and reached out to snap the light switch shut.
The dim light bulb dispelled some of the darkness and made the scene on the ground clearer.
The man was shirtless, his bronze skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat under the light.
Sweat trickled down his clearly defined abdominal muscles, disappearing into his waistband. The curve of his V-line was enough to make anyone's heart clench.
Even though Jiang Wanqiu was a very knowledgeable person, her ears turned red uncontrollably.
"You have a fever!" She suppressed her unease and reached out to pull him up. "Get up quickly, do you have any fever reducers at home?"
Zhao Wenchang's throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire. When she pulled him, he barely opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat unfocused.
He waved his hand, his voice hoarse: "No need... I'll just have some water."
As he spoke, he struggled to get up, but his head suddenly went "buzz," the world spun around him, and he fell forward.
"Watch out!" Jiang Wanqiu was startled and quickly caught him.
The man's tall body leaned firmly against her, and his burning heat penetrated through her thin clothes, making her feel as if she were hugging a furnace.
Just then, a drop of warm liquid landed on the back of her hand.
She looked down and saw blood.
The man had a nosebleed.
Jiang Wanqiu panicked completely, frantically searching for a handkerchief to stuff his nose, muttering repeatedly, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault! It's getting colder and colder, and I made you sleep on the floor, you must have caught a cold..."
Seeing the man's weak state, she felt both guilty and heartbroken. This kang (heated brick bed) was even more spacious than the double bed she had slept in her previous life; it could easily comfortably sleep four people. Without saying a word, she grabbed the man's arm and, with all her might, dragged him onto the kang.
"No! I can't sleep on this cold cement floor! I'm going to sleep on the kang (heated brick bed)!"
Although Zhao Wenchang's mind was muddled, his belief in the strict separation of men and women was still deeply ingrained.
He pushed her away forcefully, panting, and said, "Stop...stop fooling around! This is indecent!"
His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.
The woman's body pressed against him through her clothes, its cool touch intensifying the lust within him, giving him an urge to pull her into his arms and greedily absorb that coolness.
He desperately suppressed the terrible thought, repeating in a hoarse voice, "No... I'll go out... I'll just take a cold shower."
"You're delirious with fever!" Jiang Wanqiu was furious, and tightened her grip. "Taking a cold shower on such a cold night? Are you out of your mind!"
As she cursed, she pulled him onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and her gaze inadvertently swept downwards, causing her to freeze instantly.
In the dim light, the man's genitals were gleaming with a menacing aura, radiating aggression.
Jiang Wanqiu's mind went blank for a moment, and she instantly understood.
This isn't a fever, this is...
But I didn't use anything strange on him this time...
Jiang Wanqiu silently let go of her hand, turned around, and snapped the light off. The room was plunged into darkness again, with only the sound of their breathing rising and falling.
"Why don't you try to solve it yourself first?" she said in the darkness.
Zhao Wenchang finally managed to steady himself against the wall, and upon hearing this, his face turned bright red. He gritted his teeth and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Jiang Wanqiu asked warily.
"go out!"
"No way!" Jiang Wanqiu refused without even thinking. "You almost fainted just now. What if something happens to you outside? I'm not letting you out!"
She took a few steps forward and blocked the doorway.
Upon hearing this, the man had no choice but to compromise.
But after a long time, it still didn't work.
Zhao Wenchang was covered in sweat, and his heavy breathing continued intermittently for a long time, but he just couldn't get it right.
Jiang Wanqiu felt sad as well.
I'm really afraid this man will suffocate because of me.
After hesitating for a long time, she thought for a moment, and then, with a sudden thought, the pink "chubby bee" appeared in her hand. She pressed the switch.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
A slight but continuous vibration suddenly broke the silence of the room.
Zhao Wenchang, who was suffering greatly, was startled by the sound and asked warily, "What's that noise?"
Jiang Wanqiu walked up to him and, without saying a word, shoved the vibrating "fat bee" into his hot, large hand.
Use this.
The man shuddered from the shock; the thing in his palm trembled incessantly, feeling numb and itchy—something he had never seen before.
He kneaded for a long time, but apart from his hands being numb from the shock, the evil fire in his body showed no signs of improvement.
In the darkness, Zhao Wenchang seemed to hear a helpless sigh.
"That's not how you use it!" Her voice carried a hint of desperation. "Then... how about I teach you?"
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