Chapter 34 I got flirted with
The man behind her was breathing steadily and deeply, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath, his warm breath brushing against the back of her neck.
He seems... to really just be asleep?
Jiang Wanqiu waited anxiously for a long time, but the large hand inside her clothes made no further moves.
And the man was right after all. The warm heat emanated from the spot where their skin touched, like a small heater, and soon she felt comfortable all over. She even broke out in a light sweat, feeling that the area where their skin touched was sticky and sticky together.
But my lower abdomen still feels cold.
She hesitated for a moment, then secretly rolled her eyes, using the dim light from the window to catch a glimpse of the man's sleeping profile.
They became bolder.
She reached out her hand, carefully grasped the man's large wrist, moved it down, and pressed it firmly against her cold lower abdomen.
"Hmm..."
That moment of warmth made her sigh contentedly.
She adjusted to a more comfortable position, pressing her back tightly against his warm embrace, and drifted off to sleep.
In the darkness, the man, who should have been fast asleep, had his eyelashes flutter slightly and slowly open his eyes.
Those eyes, so deep and striking in the night, were fixed on the little woman in his arms, who was already snoring softly. A faint smile, tinged with helplessness and a hint of triumph, curled at the corners of his lips.
The next day, Jiang Wanqiu woke up groggily amidst a series of rhythmic shaking.
In a daze, she thought she was lying on the warm kang bed in the Zhao family's house. She contentedly twisted her body in the quilt, wanting to stretch and straighten her legs.
But it felt like there was a wall blocking her way, so she instinctively used her leg to shove the "thing" aside, trying to make some room for herself.
She had barely touched him twice when a large, burning hot hand suddenly grabbed her flailing thigh.
The force and the temperature startled Jiang Wanqiu, who jolted awake and turned around abruptly.
A magnified handsome face was right in front of her, the tip of its nose almost touching hers.
The man's eyes were smiling, still languid from just waking up, as he looked at her with great interest.
"Stop rubbing against me." Zhao Wenchang's voice was hoarse from the early morning, deep and alluring. "In broad daylight, are you really that eager to take off my pants?"
Instantly, Jiang Wanqiu's face turned so red it looked like it could bleed.
Last night's memories all came flooding back at once!
"I...I didn't!" she cried out in a panic, trying to crawl out on all fours.
But as soon as she moved, an iron arm wrapped around her waist and easily pulled her back into his arms.
"Trying to run away?" Zhao Wenchang raised an eyebrow, nodded his chin towards the blanket, and said matter-of-factly, "You're not going to take responsibility for putting your pants back on after you wiped them off?"
Jiang Wanqiu looked down and saw that under the blanket, the man's army green pants had indeed been rubbed loose and pulled down to his thighs.
She was both embarrassed and angry, muttering, "Who told you not to fasten your belt before sleeping..."
Despite saying that, her hand still reluctantly reached under the covers, groping to pull up the man's pants.
It was pitch black under the covers, and she couldn't see anything, so she could only grab at things randomly, guided by instinct. Her fingers first touched a tight piece of fabric, and she pulled it upwards with all her might...
Then, her fingertips accidentally touched a place she shouldn't have.
Men are most dangerous in the morning.
Jiang Wanqiu's hand recoiled as if it had been burned!
"Hmm..."
The man beneath her let out a muffled groan, his abdominal muscles instantly hardening like rocks.
He gritted his teeth, staring at the frozen woman in his arms with a half-smile, his voice even lower, carrying a dangerous undertone: "Are you doing this on purpose? Trying to make me do you right here and now?"
"rogue!"
Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks were burning red. She didn't care about her pants anymore and used both hands and feet to break free from his embrace, tumbling and crawling back to her cold bunk.
With her back to Zhao Wenchang, she haphazardly straightened her wrinkled clothes and hair, her heart pounding like a drum.
After finally getting everything sorted out, she turned around and noticed a lady sitting on a chair in the opposite aisle, smiling at her.
The woman was about forty years old, but she was very well-maintained, with fair skin and few wrinkles.
She was dressed in a well-fitting grey Lenin suit, but on her wrist she wore a translucent jade bracelet, and on her finger a gold ring. In this generally drab era, she stood out conspicuously, clearly not an ordinary person.
Seeing Jiang Wanqiu looking over, the woman smiled even more kindly: "Young comrade, you're awake?"
Her gaze swept between Jiang Wanqiu and Zhao Wenchang, who was sitting up leisurely in the opposite bunk, her eyes carrying a knowing look of someone who had been through it all.
"You two... are you a newlywed couple?"
Jiang Wanqiu's cheeks were still flushed, and she felt even more awkward when asked this question. She mumbled a reply, "Soon."
"Soon, it's good that it's almost here." The woman sighed wistfully, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes. "Back when my husband and I first got married, we were just like that, inseparable all the time. It's a pity, as time went on..."
She didn't continue, but just looked at them enviously: "Seeing you young people, I'm really envious."
As the two were talking, the woman added, "My husband and I are going to Shanghai for medical treatment. We don't know if the trip will go smoothly."
Jiang Wanqiu casually asked, "Auntie, what kind of illness is it?"
The woman simply waved her hand and mumbled, "It's an old ailment, let's not talk about it."
As the train traveled south, the northern chill gradually dissipated from the carriages, replaced by a stuffy warmth. The military overcoat that Jiang Wanqiu had once disliked was finally honorably "retired."
Zhao Wenchang stood up, easily took the suitcase off the luggage rack with one hand, and prepared to stuff his coat inside.
He casually took off his outer shirt, leaving only a close-fitting white shirt. The hem of the vest rolled up with his movement, revealing a section of his tanned, narrow waist and well-defined, taut abs.
The woman across from him had her eyes light up and blurted out, "Young man, I remember you boarded the train in the Northeast, right?"
Jiang Wanqiu nodded.
"No wonder!" the woman exclaimed. "Everyone says that men from the North are strong and robust, and today I've seen it for myself."
She praised it a couple of times, then seemed to remember something, hesitated, and tentatively asked in a low voice, "Um... I was just asking casually, but I heard that in the North, those tiger penis wines and aphrodisiac wines, are they... really that effective?"
After saying that, she smiled a little shyly.
Before Jiang Wanqiu could answer, she turned her gaze to Zhao Wenchang: "Young man, have you had any?"
Zhao Wenchang slammed his suitcase shut, turned around, and gave Jiang Wanqiu a meaningful glance with his deep eyes. He then curled his lips into a smile and said, "Auntie, no matter how strong the liquor in the North is, it can't compare to the 'fruit wine' that Wanqiu brought from the South."
Jiang Wanqiu's face flushed red again.
This man! He's making fun of himself again!
The woman, however, didn't catch the hidden meaning. Upon hearing this, her eyes lit up even more, and she hurriedly asked, "Really? What kind of fruit wine from the South is it? It's so potent!"
Jiang Wanqiu felt her scalp tingle under that eager gaze, and could only bite the bullet and make up a story: "That...that's homemade, you can't buy it outside."
"Oh dear, that's such a pity." The woman's face was full of disappointment.
Just then, a bespectacled, well-mannered middle-aged man walked over from the other end of the carriage, leaned down, and whispered a few words in the woman's ear.
Upon hearing this, the woman's face lit up with joy. She nodded hurriedly and got up with the man to leave in a hurry.
Not long after, the woman returned alone, her joy vanished, replaced by gloom and displeasure.
A moment later, the refined-looking man also came up, standing behind her with an apologetic expression, speaking in a humble tone as if he were explaining something.
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