I led her into an alley and found a humble restaurant. It is often these "fly restaurants" hidden deep in the city that are the ones that know the authentic taste.
We sat down at a small table outside the store, and soon a pot of steaming hot, spicy crayfish with red oil and red sauce was served.
I put on rubber gloves for her, and she completely ignored her surroundings and immersed herself in peeling and eating the fruits with a childish concentration.
I supported my chin with my hand and watched her eat with relish.
Although she didn't raise her eyes, she seemed to know where I was looking. Her movements faltered slightly, and she said softly, "Don't stare at me like that. It's embarrassing. Why don't you eat?"
"I'm still drunk, my stomach feels uncomfortable and I can't eat spicy food," I explained.
"Then let me give you something light to fill your stomach?" She stopped and looked at me. "You will feel uncomfortable sleeping on an empty stomach in the middle of the night."
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
She quickly swept the oily corners of her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, and said in a tone that did not allow for argument: "That won't work. It will hurt your stomach. Be obedient and take care of yourself in the future, don't drink too much."
I couldn't bear to reject her kindness, so I nodded. At this moment, an unthought-out thought suddenly popped up on my tongue, and the words came out of my mouth: "Do you... still feel pain down there? Will eating something so spicy... make it worse?"
She froze in her seat as if under a spell, her blood frozen. She stared at me in astonishment, then quickly looked around as if she had been electrocuted to confirm that no one was paying attention, but her cheeks instantly flushed.
She lowered her voice, with a hint of embarrassment: "Guan Hongjun! That kind of thing...can you stop talking about it all the time? It's not the right occasion, and you just bring it up!"
My face was also burning with embarrassment, and I quickly turned my head and shouted in a high voice: "Boss! Give me a bowl of noodle soup!" I tried to use this abrupt action to cover up my previous slip of the tongue.
Seeing that I was deliberately changing the subject and ignoring her, she snorted in dissatisfaction, lowered her head, and peeled the lobster shell in her hand with force as if she was angry.
I forced myself to stay calm, put on a pair of gloves, and started to peel the shrimp. My fingertips peeled off the red shells neatly, revealing the white shrimp meat, and then, naturally, I reached out and handed the fresh shrimp to her lips.
She was slightly startled, then a sweet smile spread across her lips, and she obediently leaned over and gently sucked the shrimp into her mouth with her soft lips. When she looked up at me, her clear eyes seemed to be filled with crushed starlight, flashing a kind of heart-throbbing soft light that only belongs to emotional moments.
After finishing the meal, the daytime heat faded away quietly, and the evening breeze brought a bit of coolness and comfort.
We walked slowly along the alley, just as a way to digest the food. She naturally took my arm, leaned slightly towards me, and leaned part of her weight on me. The faint fragrance of shampoo wafted through her hair, mixed with the smell of fireworks just now.
Just as she was immersed in this rare tranquility, she suddenly looked up with a curious look in her eyes: "Hey, tell me, who was the woman who sent you to the hotel this afternoon? She was quite impressive. The receptionist was very respectful when she mentioned her."
I sighed secretly and had to explain patiently: "She was an old leader in the county before, and now she works in the Municipal Tourism Bureau. She also attended the lunch party at noon. She was still sober, so it was normal for her to take me there. Besides, my family helped me get a room, so I didn't even go upstairs."
She pursed her lips and snorted two short laughs from her nose: "You look nervous," she glanced over with a bit of cunning, "I'm just asking casually. I don't want to bother with your trivial love affairs."
When we got to a drugstore, she suddenly let go of my hand and said, "Wait for me a moment."
Before she finished speaking, she ran into the drugstore. After a while, she came back to me with a bag of medicine in her hand.
I asked concernedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
She gave me a reproachful look and said, "You caused trouble, so I have to make amends, right?"
My eyes froze, and I immediately understood what she meant - she was going to buy the emergency contraceptive pill. At this moment, I suddenly realized that after spending so much time with her, I didn't seem to fully understand her. She was not as carefree as she seemed. On some things, she was not only very opinionated, but also extremely decisive.
My heart softened, and I lovingly put my arm around her shoulders. This intimate action attracted Lu Xiao's attention.
She walked side by side with me, her face full of joy.
She asked softly, "Aren't you afraid of meeting someone familiar?"
"It doesn't matter." I replied.
"You are the deputy county magistrate," she reminded.
"So does the deputy county chief," I said, "he also has seven emotions."
She pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes and eyebrows shining.
That night, we slept in each other's arms in the hotel room, immersed in a mixture of relaxation, tranquility and novelty. There was no restless lust, only a natural embrace.
It has been a long time since Qingwan passed away. I haven't experienced this feeling - a feeling of being able to let down all defenses and give myself completely to each other.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, she was already dressed and sorting her clothes.
Seeing me wake up, she said with a hint of reproach: "You didn't sleep well at all last night, tossing and turning. Next time, drink a little and don't make yourself so uncomfortable."
I apologized: "I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"
"I slept very well," she said calmly, "I never felt uneasy, and even the nightmares I often have did not appear. How should I put it..." She paused and said sincerely, "I just felt at ease."
This moved my heart. A girl who had been adrift and lacked a sense of security since childhood now had someone to rely on, and this sense of security came naturally.
She began to instruct: "I will be back in a while. After you wash up, remember to go to the restaurant to have breakfast. Don't go there on an empty stomach."
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