After I finished washing up and lay down on the soft bed, the air conditioner was whispering a cool breeze, and I had to pull the thin blanket up to my chest. It was late at night, and everyone was asleep, but I couldn't sleep at all. I was completely immersed in the peace and relaxation of returning home.
Just as my thoughts drifted, the door opened gently, and a figure slid silently into the room. Before I could regain consciousness, they had already lifted the thin blanket and leaned in, a warm, supple body wrapped around me. A faint, familiar fragrance lingered between my breaths.
This sudden closeness instantly ignited my dormant senses. A fiery impulse swept through my body from top to bottom, enveloping me tightly and uncontrollably.
Peng Xiaomin leaned close to my ear, her breath warm: "Did you miss me?"
I turned sideways and met her gleaming gaze: "Every day feels like a year, how could I not miss you."
She snorted softly, tapping my chest with her fingertips, "You're just trying to coax me with these words. Don't think I don't know that you're having a pretty good time with her over there, right?"
My brows twitched slightly: "Did your sister tell you in person?"
"Her?" She said with a hint of disdain. "She's so smug all the time, how could she bother to share this with me? I only found out about it from her Moments."
"Friends circle?" I have indeed never heard of this term.
"It's a new feature of WeChat, only available this year. You don't even know this?" She sounded a little surprised, as if she had discovered something interesting.
I shook my head. "I usually just use it for simple conversations, and I haven't studied these new tricks in detail."
My attention was no longer on the conversation, and my hands began to wander unconsciously.
She gently grabbed my wrist, her voice filled with a hint of lazy resistance: "Stop it...Aren't you tired?"
I chuckled and asked back, "You know I'm tired, but you still want to provoke me?"
She laughed in the darkness, her breath brushing my ears: "I'm here to give you a massage, to help you relax."
I didn't allow her to argue any longer. With a twist of my wrist, I broke free from her restraints and leaned close to her ear, whispering in a low, sinister voice, "If you really want to help me relax... there's something much more effective than a massage."
As soon as I finished speaking, I turned over and pulled her under me. Our breaths intertwined and there was no sound anymore...
The next morning, exhausted from the journey and the night before, I fell into a deep sleep until Peng Xiaomin gently woke me up: "Hongjun, there are guests. Get up quickly."
I forced my sleepy eyes open and asked vaguely, "Is your sister here?"
"She's not a guest at all," she whispered. "She's your friend of varying ages, the one we drank with last time."
My heart trembled, and I sat up immediately. Apart from Yue Mingyuan and the Peng sisters, almost no one knew about my return. How did Zhang Pingmin know about it? Although full of doubts, I quickly put on my pajamas and told Xiao Min, "Go and greet them first. I'll be right there."
As I sat down in my study, the sun lazily streamed across the room, casting a faint golden edge on my backlit outlines. I half-jokingly tested him, "You old fox, you have a sharp nose! I barely even landed here, and you caught me red-handed."
She leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, hands spread out, looking calm and composed. "Not only do I know you're back, I also know how many nights you spent last night—did you have a lot of free time?"
He didn't respond to what I said, but instead turned the tables on me.
I smiled disapprovingly and said, "Brother, don't try to be mysterious with me. I'm already immune to your tricks."
"I always speak with evidence," he said, pointing at my eyes. "Look at those dark circles! Take my advice: some things may be wonderful, but they can't be eaten. Your health is important, so be moderate."
After saying this, he laughed out loud, and the resounding laughter echoed for a long time in the quiet study.
I sat firmly in the swivel chair, observing 놛's words and actions calmly, and quickly calculating 놛's true intentions in my mind.
The laughter faded, and a pair of hawk-like eyes stared straight at me. "No need to guess. I, an uninvited guest, have come here for only one reason—today I'm here to serve as a lobbyist."
놛He got straight to the point, but his tone was frank and sincere, without any concealment.
Just as our eyes met and undercurrents were stirring, Xiao Min knocked on the door and walked in with a tray containing two bowls of steaming white fungus, lily and lotus seed soup.
Xiao Min gently placed two bowls of soup in front of us and said to Zhang Pingmin with a faint smile, "Mr. Zhang, you came here so early this morning, so I guess you haven't had breakfast yet? Chatting on an empty stomach is bad for your health. If you don't mind, please have a little."
Zhang Pingmin didn't refuse, but instead looked Xiaomin up and down with interest, a hint of good-natured teasing playing on his lips. He casually picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful with his white porcelain spoon, and slowly his slightly teasing smile transformed into one of broad praise. "Mm, excellent cooking! You're so young, yet you manage to cook the porridge so perfectly. The heat and flavor are almost as good as your Aunt Song's."
Xiao Min was so flattered by the compliment that she smiled brightly, a blush spreading across her face. She asked curiously, "Who is Aunt Song?"
Without waiting for Zhang Pingmin to speak, I took over and answered for him, "It's your white moonlight."
A trace of realization crossed Xiao Min's face, but her eyes could not hide her surprise - the elder in front of her, who was old enough to be a grandfather, was actually involved in romantic matters.
I don’t know what chord my words touched in Old Zhang, but he actually held the bowl in his hand, his eyes far away as he murmured:
"The wind blows away the fallen petals, and the rain beats on the lone sail.
The moon shines on the cold river, and frost dyes the green mountains.
The heart is like duckweed, and the love is like flying geese.
Who would share this sight with me?"
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