It climbed all the way from the fingertips to the sensitive nerve endings of the body, igniting an unwanted flame of desire within.
His eyes darkened instantly.
Rong Zhaonan's rational mind told him that he should pull his finger back immediately, but his body did not move at all.
His dark, cold eyes looked at the girl beside him; her breath was small and soft, like a feather gently brushing against his palm.
Her face was soft, with long eyelashes covering it and casting blurry shadows.
Her small, fragrant, and soft body nestled against him.
He felt a strange sensation in his heart and body that made him want to pet her like he would pet his rabbit!
But I want to do more...
More things than when I was a child, I would hug and knead a soft, fluffy rabbit.
Rong Zhaonan closed his eyes, suppressing the inappropriate emotions and surging desires in his eyes, and withdrew his hand.
Former enemies and allies all said that his battle plans were as crazy and ruthless as he was, but he knew that he was more suspicious and cautious than anyone else.
Before everything is cleared up, he shouldn't cross any lines with this seemingly innocent but foolish and unpredictable 'rabbit'.
Moreover, this 'rabbit' has always acted as if she and he are merely partners.
Although she was his legal partner.
After a long while, Rong Zhaonan calmed his breathing, looked down at the girl beside him, and reached out to push her aside.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Ning Yuan flinched, instinctively hugging his arm and snuggling against him like a pillow, continuing to sleep: "Mmm..."
Rong Zhaonan: "..."
This Angora rabbit must still be somewhat frightened by what happened today, and it's not as calm as it appears, which is why it's half-curled up on itself.
Forget it, it's just a rabbit. It's getting cold in December, it needs to find a burrow.
Considering their working relationship, he couldn't be too cruel and throw her out.
Rong Zhaonan decided to bear with it and go to sleep.
Although he slept very... restlessly, because the rabbit had her thigh wrapped around his waist.
Seriously... damn it!
How come I never noticed how bad her sleeping posture was before! We absolutely have to sleep in separate beds tomorrow, no doubt about it!
...
As night deepened, the villagers 'cozy' fell asleep, while a distorted rendition of "The Red Lantern" drifted across the fields outside the village in the middle of the night.
"Grandma, listen to me~~ I have countless uncles~~ They only come to visit when it's important~ And when they do, they kick my butt~~"
The tall figure, riding a bicycle and singing, suddenly slammed on the brakes!
"Squeak!" The sound almost knocked over the tail of a stray cat passing by in the field at midnight.
"Meow!" The stray cat ran away cursing angrily and in horror.
Chen Chen stopped riding his bike and also stopped singing his sorrowful song. He cursed under his breath in frustration, "Damn it! I completely forgot that I had something to tell the captain!"
He received a telegram from the capital, a message of great importance, and one of the tasks the captain had entrusted to him.
But he was so startled by the captain that he forgot all about it!
Should we go back and report to the captain?
Chen Chen glanced back at the distant village entrance, hesitated for a moment, then turned and rode away on his bicycle.
As he rode his bike, he muttered to himself, "Forget it, I shouldn't go back tonight and invite trouble. I'll get beaten up. The captain will find out sooner or later that someone is coming from Beijing. There's nothing we can do to stop them from coming."
It's all the captain's fault for being so scary and for sending him back to the county town.
It's because he only wants to call me "Dad" and has forgotten about this incident. I can't blame him!
...
The next morning, Ning Yuan opened her eyes feeling refreshed and relaxed.
The bed in her dream was huge, and she was hugging a very comfortable big pillow, which greatly relieved the fatigue from yesterday's battle of wits with the human traffickers.
I slept so well last night...
As soon as she turned her head, she saw—
Rong Zhaonan sat expressionlessly on the inside of the bed, cross-legged, with his palms facing upwards and his fingertips forming a lotus mudra, leaning against the wall by the window in a posture of embracing oneness.
Yes, this is a very typical Taoist meditation posture.
"Daoist Master... are you cultivating immortality?" Ning Yuan's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but make a joke.
No wonder the bed is so big; it turns out someone went to cultivate immortality in the corner and left both bed boards to her.
Rong Zhaonan opened his eyes, his clear, glass-like eyes still showing some dark circles.
He spoke coldly: "How can you casually utter such feudal superstitions, Ning Yuan? Don't you have any moral awareness at all?"
Ning Yuan: "...Oh, I was wrong, you were leaning against the wall thinking about Marxist philosophy."
This guy got shot; he's so hot-tempered first thing in the morning, and he's spitting fire as soon as he opens his mouth.
Rong Zhaonan didn't bother to look at her, and nimbly turned over and jumped out of bed to wash up.
A person who hasn't slept all night and can only meditate, how can he have a good temper? It's only because he's well-mannered that he didn't strangle this scruffy rabbit that was pressing down on him on the bed.
Ning Yuan scratched her messy hair, climbed off the bed, and muttered to herself, "Shouldn't this Boss Rong also practice military boxing?"
Why does she seem to be meditating like someone in a martial arts novel? Did she learn kung fu from a Taoist priest somewhere?
After they both finished washing up and went to their respective jobs, Ning Yuan felt that there was still resentment in Rong Zhaonan's back.
Ning Yuan was completely baffled and had no idea why the other person was angry.
When we finished work in the evening, we went to have dinner at Grandpa Tang and Grandma Xia's house.
Grandma Xia listened to her complaints but didn't take them seriously: "Oh, just like women, men also have a few days each month when they are irritable and have a bad temper."
Ning Yuan felt she had learned something new and humbly asked, "Is that so? Men have periods?"
How come she's never heard of it?
As Grandma Xia placed the stir-fried vegetables on the table, she said, "That's called menstrual blood. For example, if you're focused on studying and he's watching you, his energy has nowhere to go, so it becomes menstrual blood. I'll give you a prescription; you can brew him some medicine to regulate his menstruation, reduce his heat, and help him clear his mind!"
Ning Yuan's face turned red, and she muttered, "...It's not like you're the one who can prescribe medicine."
I don't believe you for a second! You're a wicked old lady, always spouting dirty jokes. What kind of refined lady who's studied abroad would act like that?!
It is clearly the Tang family that is a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.
While carefully wiping the new glasses Ning Yuan had bought for him, Grandpa Tang chimed in, "What your grandmother said isn't entirely unreasonable."
Ning Yuan: "Huh?"
How could such a ridiculous, dirty joke possibly make sense?
Old Master Tang leaned over the half-broken mirror to put on his glasses and said, "After we got married, she became my father's apprentice, and she learned better than me. At that time, the Tang family's pharmacies were all over Southeast Asia, and she was in charge of managing them all."
Ning Yuan looked at Grandma Xia in astonishment. What?! The weasel-like old lady was actually better at traditional Chinese medicine than Grandpa Tang, the top student?!
Grandma Xia rolled her eyes, deciding to show off her skills to the ignorant little girl: "The *Suwen* (Plain Questions) chapter 'Golden Chamber True Words' says—'Essence is the root of life. The kidneys store essence, which includes both prenatal and postnatal essence. Both men and women have it, and it requires yin and yang to be in harmony…'"
"What do you mean by yin and yang harmony?" A cool voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.
Ning Yuan turned her head and saw Rong Zhaonan carrying two fish in.
She immediately gave an awkward laugh, realizing that you shouldn't talk about people behind their backs: "You're here, I'll go get the rice."
As she spoke, she quickly got up, wiped her hands, and walked past Rong Zhaonan to serve the rice.
Old Tang's glasses gleamed slightly as he beckoned to Rong Zhaonan, "Xiao Nan, come to the yard and help me watch the fence."
Rong Zhaonan nodded, put down the fish, and followed Old Tang out.
Once in the courtyard, Old Tang suddenly pulled a crumpled newspaper from his pocket and asked, "Xiao Nan, you should be back at work soon, right? Are you planning to go back to Beijing?"
Rong Zhaonan glanced at it and saw it was the People's Daily, the largest newspaper in the country. He saw his father's name on the top page of the newspaper.
He lowered his eyelashes, concealing the gloom in his eyes: "What belongs to me, I will take back."
Old Tang was a very insightful person; he never thought he could keep it from him.
Old Tang asked, "Around when are you leaving?"
Rong Zhaonan: "I need to investigate some things in a while."
Old Tang glanced at Ning Yuan: "Will you take Ning Yuan back to the capital?"
He had seen the male educated youth return to the city, but never came back to pick up his wife from the countryside.
But those women couldn't go anywhere; they didn't even know the exact address of their husbands' hometowns.
Rong Zhaonan paused for a moment, then said calmly, "I won't."
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