Poor contact
The moment the doorbell rang, Zhou Jianxing subconsciously straightened his back.
She stood outside a heavy wooden door with intricate carvings. Her palms were a little wet, and she rubbed them on her dark blue overalls.
Ms. Wen’s home is in Building 7, Area A, Lanyuewan, a high-end residential complex.
The door opened.
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A mixture of elegant floral scent and some indescribable, heart-itching warm fragrance hit me in the face.
Zhou Jianxing's gaze was unexpectedly caught in a soft and lazy halo.
The slanting afternoon sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm spots of light.
The woman standing at the door is the center of this lazy atmosphere.
She was wearing a smoky grey silk halter dress, the silky fabric clung smoothly to her slender curves.
She wore a loose, thin knitted cardigan in the same color, with the collar slightly open, revealing a delicate, snow-white collarbone.
The thick black wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders made her face even more charming.
Her makeup is so exquisite that she looks like she just stepped off the cover of a magazine, even her eyelashes are curled to perfection.
Zhou Jianxing's eyes seemed to be burned, and they quickly moved away from the other person's face and fell on the slender white ankles wearing soft home slippers.
"Hello, Mrs. Wen? I'm Zhou Jianxing from the maintenance company." Zhou Jianxing heard her own voice with a bit of nervousness and dryness. Her eyes naturally fell on the exaggeratedly large diamond ring on the woman's finger.
"Master Zhou, please come in." Wen Lingyi breathed gently, and her voice was like a feather scratching the eardrum, with a natural lazy hoarseness.
"It's hot outside, right? Thank you for your hard work." She stepped aside to make way.
When they passed by each other, Wen Lingyi came very close, and the elegant fragrance on her body with a hint of secret temptation penetrated Zhou Jianxing's nostrils more clearly, making her dizzy.
Wen Lingyi walked slowly in front and led her to the center of the living room.
"It's this lamp," Wen Lingyi said, her voice carrying just the right amount of annoyance. "There are a few bulbs that flicker or aren't even on at all. Could Master Zhou please take a look?"
Zhou Jianxing put down the heavy tool kit as he was told. The sound of the metal buckle opening was particularly clear in the quiet living room.
Needing a ladder, she looked around and saw a lightweight telescopic ladder leaning against the wall, so she walked over and prepared to move it.
"Let me help you." Wen Lingyi's voice sounded behind him.
Before Zhou Jianxing could refuse, she walked over and reached out to hold the other end of the ladder.
The distance between the two people was instantly shortened.
Wen Lingyi's fingers accidentally brushed across the back of her hand, and Zhou Jianxing suddenly retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted.
"No, don't bother you, Mrs. Wen, I can do it myself!" She quickly dragged the ladder under the chandelier with great speed.
Zhou Jianxing quickly set up the ladder, took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the inexplicable restlessness in his heart, and climbed up.
Standing on a ladder, she needs to look up and carefully check the connection between the lamp holder and the bulb.
This posture left her completely exposed to Wen Lingyi's sight.
Wen Lingyi was standing not far behind her and did not leave.
Zhou Jianxing felt Wen Lingyi's gaze burning on her back, neck, and even the fingers holding the tools.
The roots of my ears began to heat up uncontrollably, as if they were being burned by a small flame.
The palms holding the screwdriver began to sweat more and became slippery, making it difficult to hold the cold metal handle.
Why does she keep looking at me… Is there something on my face? Stop shaking your hands, Zhou Jianxing! This is so embarrassing… Why is this screw so hard to turn…
She forced herself to focus on the complex lamp base, her fingers deftly removing the lampshade and checking the wiring and connectors inside.
The muscles in the forearms were tense due to the exertion, and blue veins were faintly visible under the wheat-colored skin.
The beads of sweat on the back of my neck were slowly sliding down the depression of my spine, making me feel itchy.
At this time, a stronger fragrance approached.
Wen Lingyi walked to the bottom of the ladder.
"Master Zhou," Wen Lingyi's voice came from below, her warm breath brushing Zhou Jianxing's calves. "Is the contact bad? Do you need me to pass you any tools?"
Zhou Jianxing's body tensed even more.
She glanced down and saw Wen Lingyi looking up at her. Her peach blossom eyes, full of affection and smile, shone even more brightly under the reflection of the sparkling crystal.
From this angle, Zhou Jianxing could clearly see the full and round outline of the other person's chest, outlined by the soft fabric of the silk suspender dress under the open collar of the knitted cardigan.
The sunlight shines through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, and in the colorful halo refracted by the crystal chandelier, it casts swaying, dazzling spots of light on the delicate white skin.
A tiny bead of sweat was slowly sliding down along Wen Lingyi's delicate clavicle and sinking into the deeper shadows.
Zhou Jianxing averted his gaze abruptly as if he had been scalded, and his fingers holding the tools became stiff.
She forced herself to stare at the lamp holder in front of her, not daring to look down even once.
But the image just now was still burning in her mind.
Wen Lingyi seemed a little surprised by her violent reaction and uttered a soft "Huh".
"Master Zhou?" Wen Lingyi chuckled. "Drink some water. You're sweating from the heat."
A slender, white hand with light pink nail polish reached out to the ladder, holding an exquisite glass filled with crystal clear ice and water.
Zhou Jianxing hesitated for a moment, then bent down carefully to take it, his eyes darting around in the air.
The moment her fingertips touched the cold wall of the cup, Wen Lingyi's raised ring finger also "inadvertently" brushed against the back of her hand holding the cup.
"Hiss..." The strange touch of the cold glass wall and the warm fingertips came at the same time, and Zhou Jianxing trembled again.
Her already flustered hands lost their grip, causing the water in the cup to shake violently, and a few drops of ice water splashed out, landing on the back of her burning hand and a little on the carpet below.
"Yes, I'm sorry!" Zhou Jianxing was so scared that his face turned pale. He tried to wipe the ladder in a panic, but was afraid of making the water even messier. He froze on the ladder, so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear immediately.
She felt as clumsy as a bear in a china shop.
However, Wen Lingyi was not angry, but laughed softly again.
"It's okay, it's just a little water." Wen Lingyi said in a relaxed tone, her eyes fixed on Zhou Jianxing's big amber eyes, which looked particularly wet because of panic and like a frightened deer.
"Don't be nervous, take your time." She paused, her voice softening. "Looking at the way you're repairing it, it feels like you can solve any problem..."
Zhou Jianxing was almost suffocated by her gaze and could only nod randomly. He felt his throat was dry and tight, but he couldn't say a word.
Holding the glass of ice water, my fingertips were cold, but my palms were sweating. I didn't know where to look, so I could only blink pitifully.
She quickly put the cup on the ladder platform and didn't dare touch it again.
Wen Lingyi tilted her head slightly, her black hair falling from her shoulders, her red lips parted slightly, and she whispered something with fatal temptation:
"Master Zhou seems to be very good at solving 'poor contact' problems... I wonder if there are any solutions to other 'poor contact' problems in my home? You might want to try it yourself."
Zhou Jianxing stared at each other blankly, not knowing what the other person meant. "Ah? Is there something else in Mrs. Wen's house that's not connected properly?"
Wen Lingyi chuckled softly, "Hmm...here...I always feel like some 'contact points'...are not very stable. Occasionally...it's like a short circuit, suddenly jumping very fast...like...right now..."
His fingertips drew small circles very slowly on the delicate skin below his collarbone.
The next second, the straps on her shoulders slipped off, revealing just half of her snow-white skin.
boom--!
Zhou Jianxing felt as if something exploded in his head.
Her footing was unstable and the ladder shook slightly, frightening her so much that she quickly grabbed the handrail.
Wha…what?! What does she mean? Oh my god! What is she talking about! This Mrs. Wen is so weird!
She felt like her whole body was burning, from head to toes, every inch of her skin was hot and numb.
She even completely forgot to react and just stared blankly with her eyes wide open at the woman at the bottom of the ladder who was breathtakingly beautiful, had a gentle smile but said words that frightened her.
"I'm just kidding, Master Zhou." Wen Lingyi seemed very satisfied with her completely stunned look, and laughed with a slightly mischievous nasal tone, "Is it not scary?"
Zhou Jianxing came to her senses, and the shame made her like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and she almost had to use both hands and feet to climb down the ladder.
The movements were so fast that it was a bit awkward.
"No, no...it's no big deal! Mrs. Wen! It's fixed! It's just poor contact, I've tightened it!" She spoke incoherently, her voice shaking.
She was in a hurry to pick up the tools scattered on the ground. She almost stabbed herself with a screwdriver and the wires of the electrician's tester got tangled.
The ladder was folded quickly, making a clanging sound.
Zhou Jianxing didn't dare to look at Wen Lingyi again and just wanted to escape immediately.
"The fee... the fee is fifty yuan... including the home fee." She lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito, almost squeezed out of her throat. She stuffed all the tools back into the bag and zipped it up quickly.
Wen Lingyi looked at her, who looked like she wished she could disappear right there, and the smile in her eyes almost overflowed.
She gracefully took out the cash she had prepared long ago, which was a few coins, from an exquisite little bag beside her.
"Here, Master Zhou." She stretched out her hand and handed over the money, her fingertips deliberately and slowly brushing across Zhou Jianxing's palm which was open to receive the money.
The cool yet extremely soft touch came again, and Zhou Jianxing suddenly retracted his hand as if he was burned by a branding iron.
He grabbed the few bills in his hand and stuffed them into his overalls pocket without counting them.
"Thank you, Mrs. Wen! Goodbye!" She grabbed the tool bag on the ground and threw it over her shoulder. Without even daring to look at Wen Lingyi, she walked to the door as fast as she could, turned the doorknob, and rushed out.
Wen Lingyi leaned against the door and did not close it immediately.
The hurried, messy, almost fleeing footsteps quickly disappeared, and the gentle smile on her face slowly faded away like a tide.
In those peach blossom eyes, there was only a satisfied light with wild interest.
This Master Zhou seems to have a strong reaction to women's bodies.
He lowered his head and felt the scorching heat and sweat of Zhou Jianxing's palm on his fingertips.
She gently twisted her fingertips across her plump red lips, savoring some ultimate delicacy.
"How cute! She's scared away." Wen Lingyi licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, her eyes burning with interest. "But, can she run away?"
Her gaze slowly moved to the other side of the living room, to the half-open door leading to the bathroom.
"Next time..." she whispered to herself, "where should I go wrong?"
Bathroom? Water heater? Shower?
Imagining the shy female maintenance worker being forced into a state of helplessness and blushing in a more private and misty space, Wen Lingyi's lips curled up in a determined arc.
She turned around to close the door, her eyes inadvertently sweeping across an exquisite low cabinet at the entrance.
On the counter, there is a photo embedded in a silver frame.
In the photo, Wen Lingyi is wearing a white wedding dress with a gentle and appropriate smile, and next to her stands a man wearing a black suit and with an upright posture - Su Zhe.
The photo only captured Su Zhe's profile and back, making him look alienated and distant.
That "wedding photo" quietly reflected the slightly cold light in the slanting afternoon sunlight.
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