The lean and intellectual history teacher once said, "In modern history, there are many photos of famous people, but they are often old. Only one person's photo is young and handsome, and it has been collected by several classes of students and pasted on the cover because he died too young and there are no photos of him when he was old."
The person in that photo is Cheng Muyun, the one Xu Zhuohua fell in love with at first sight.
Xu Zhuohua thought that she must keep Cheng Muyun alive and take many photos of him, from when he was twenty-six to when he was eighty-six.
Xu Zhuohua lifted Cheng Muyun's clothes and pushed them up. Cheng Muyun obediently took off his clothes. Under the dim light, his muscular physique was even more apparent. In the alternation of light and shadow, Xu Zhuohua unconsciously stretched out her fingers and slid them from his chest muscles to his abdominal muscles. She didn't stop, and her fingertips traced across his protruding abdominal muscles and walked to his belt.
Cheng Muyun's gaze shifted from the pale fingers to Xu Zhuohua's face, where her small, palm-sized face was flushed red, and she looked at him with seductive eyes.
The man's lower abdomen tightened, and his throat bobbed. The small hand below him became restless, trying to undo his belt.
Cheng Muyun leaned in and pinned Xu Zhuohua down, sealing her lips with his.
The man's shoulder wound was still wrapped in gauze.
Cheng Muyun bit Xu Zhuohua's ear, his hot breath hitting her neck, "Are you hot?"
Xu Zhuohua hugged Cheng Muyun's neck, avoiding the wound, leaving a trail of marks.
Cheng Muyun, panting heavily, pressed his knee against Xu Zhuohua's thigh, 'openly and honestly' facing him.
Every time, Cheng Muyun would spend a long time preparing for foreplay, afraid that Xu Zhuohua would get hurt or leave a bad impression.
But being a gentleman in public is one thing, but being a gentleman in bed is another.
He would ask, "Is it okay now?"
Xu Zhuohua grunted. There was only one answer to this kind of question: "No."
She actually wanted to agree, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it; it sounded like an invitation, like a plea. Xu Zhuohua's face turned even redder, an unnatural red, as if she had been poisoned.
"want…"
Cheng Muyun smiled and kissed Xu Zhuohua's lips. "What does Zhuohua want?"
Xu Zhuohua gripped Cheng Muyun's arm, her nails digging deep into his skin, and took a deep breath, "Cheng Muyun."
"I'm here," the man replied gently, ceasing his teasing.
It's too hot! It's too hot!
Xu Zhuohua gripped the back of Cheng Muyun's head tightly, and as they floated up and down, her consciousness drifted to an unknown place.
The water on the stove boiled, bubbling and rolling, steaming up to the roof. The spout hissed sharply, and the kettle vibrated violently on the stove, spewing out scalding steam as if it were about to explode at any moment.
Cheng Muyun reached out and took the kettle down. The chirping gradually weakened and eventually subsided. The trembling kettle also slowly calmed down.
Xu Zhuohua lay in Cheng Muyun's arms, too weak to even move a finger. She let Cheng Muyun wipe the sweat from her body with a hot towel.
Although she couldn't even open her eyelids, Xu Zhuohua's mind was unusually active; she felt something about to burst out of her chest.
She wanted to change Cheng Muyun's inevitable death; she wanted to defy history, even if it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a moth flying into a flame, or a bamboo basket trying to fill a water container—she was determined to try!
Since God gave her a second chance, there must be a deeper meaning behind it.
The historians have stigmatized Cheng Muyun, condemning him to be cursed for a hundred years. Perhaps even God couldn't bear to see it anymore.
Xu Zhuohua wanted to clear Cheng Muyun of his stigma and let the world know that this was the real Cheng Muyun: responsible, fearless, strategic, and indifferent to fame and fortune. He was not only handsome but also a good person. Most importantly:
She loves Cheng Muyun!
...
The next day, Miyata Takejiro's goods set off, except for the 40% that Cheng Muyun had withheld.
The Luo family's goods can now be shipped out normally.
With the problem at Tiger Wolf Mountain resolved, it was time for everyone to part ways.
Xu Jixin continued eastward to check the route, Chen Hede wanted to get back to Xinhai City as soon as possible, and Liang Shaozun led his men to follow behind Miyata Takejiro, looking for an opportunity to deceive Miyata Takejiro again.
Luo Yunqiao was leaving with the goods, and there was no need for Xu Zhuohua and Cheng Muyun to stay. Xu Jixin arranged for them to leave together.
Chen Hede also left Xinghua behind with the Luo family's goods, saying that she could slowly return home.
Xu Zhuohua could tell from the bottom of his heart what Chen Hede was thinking.
He and Cheng Muyun wanted to quickly find out who was behind the Luo family's embezzlement.
After all, revolution requires capital. Some of this money comes from legitimate sources, while some comes from... corrupt officials who have been extorted but dare not retaliate.
Xu Zhuohua and Cheng Muyun were in the same car, driven by Zhang Qi.
Because the two of them didn't know how to restrain themselves, Xu Zhuohua's back was aching terribly. She lay on Cheng Muyun's lap with a pillow under her, and lightly tapped Cheng Muyun's knee with her fingers.
"Cheng Muyun, why are you investigating the Luo family?"
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