"uh-huh!"
Zhou Jiuzhen coughed lightly, his gaze struggling to leave the woman's long legs. He felt the air in the room grow thin with heat. "It'll be a bit cold during a typhoon. You should wear more clothes so you don't catch a cold."
Ling Huanwu didn't notice that her skirt had been lifted up by itself. Instead, she listlessly turned over and continued reading. "How could I be cold? It's so hot outside with a strong wind. It's like an oven inside. I'm even sweating."
As soon as Zhou Jiuzhen sat awkwardly on the bed, he turned his head and his eyes went blank, his body tensed, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
Goodness.
The woman turned her back to him, and her entire skirt bunched up, revealing half of her back and legs that were dazzlingly white.
Moreover, she's wearing the same dress he washed for her this morning.
Suddenly.
Zhou Jiuzhen's eyes sharpened, and he became extremely nervous.
"Smack!"
A slap landed on her fair, tofu-like skin.
Suddenly, a bright red handprint appeared on her porcelain-white skin, strikingly attractive, much like a snow-white jasmine that had been ravaged and turned red.
Ling Huanwu sat up cursing, immediately getting angry, "It hurts! Why did you hit me?"
She rubbed her aching buttocks and gritted her teeth, "Is it because I called you a roughneck during the day that you hit me on purpose?"
"How can you be so stingy? I already made you fish as an apology! What more do you want from me?"
Zhou Jiuzhen was stunned by her barrage of questions, and raised his hand, saying, "I saw a centipede crawling on you, so I..."
A centipede suddenly appeared in Zhou Jiuzhen's palm.
Ling Huanwu looked at his hand while holding the book, then glanced at her skirt that had already flown up, and her face instantly turned as red as if it were about to bleed. She stammered, "I...I'm sorry, I thought you were angry with me for calling you a boor in public."
Zhou Jiuzhen flicked the centipede in his palm toward the foot of the bed, saying nonchalantly, "You're not wrong, I am a roughneck."
"A roughneck?"
Ling Huanwu blushed even more, as if she had thought of something. "Mmm..."
As she spoke, she bent her knees and pulled her skirt up tightly to cover her legs, revealing only her delicate little feet.
Little did she know that with this tug, the loose nightgown, which had been covering her lower body, would not cover her upper body.
Zhou Jiuzhen didn't know how to describe it.
With just one glance, his blood boiled and his breathing became rapid.
The woman was petite, and the collar of her clothes trembled slightly with her breath, revealing the area beneath the collar like a newly sprouted cotton boll being brushed by a spring breeze.
The undulating fabric, stained with starch, resembled clouds and piled snow, making his eyes ache.
Zhou Jiuzhen hurriedly turned his face away and prepared to lie down and sleep.
My hand accidentally pressed down on the book she had been reading with such care.
Although Zhou Jiuzhen had never been to school, he learned a lot of characters during the years he served as a comrade-in-arms with Qiao Hui, and he could recognize almost all the characters.
The burly, rough man forcefully grabbed the young widow's ankle...
Zhou Jiuzhen's hoarse voice rang in my ears.
Ling Huanwu, who had wrapped herself up like a silkworm in a nightgown, shuddered, her pupils dilated, and she turned around in terror to snatch the book from Zhou Jiuzhen's hand.
"Don't look! Don't look!"
She screamed.
Because of the sudden movement, she lost her balance and fell back onto the bed. Instinctively, she kicked his face, trying to knock his face off so he wouldn't look at the contents of the book.
But Zhou Jiuzhen was a trained martial artist, so she wouldn't let him kick him.
He reacted quickly, grabbing the woman's ankle to stop her attack.
In an instant, time seemed to stand still.
The real-life scene seems to perfectly overlap with the scene in the book.
"Comrade Ling, you like watching this? And there's more than one?"
Zhou Jiuzhen's voice was hoarse, and he felt like he could hardly breathe.
Ling Huanwu was too ashamed to face anyone, so she covered her face with her hands and let him grab her ankle. She explained shyly, "Liking to watch doesn't mean liking that kind of thing. Don't overthink it."
"Now, can...can you let my legs go?"
Seeing that the person beneath her was not moving, she tried to escape from the man's grasp by pulling on her feet.
She was still wondering to herself why this man called her "baby" during the day but called her "Comrade Ling" at night.
As she moved, she felt a dampness on her ankle. She paused for a moment, then jumped off the bed without a second thought, her face flushed, pointing at Zhou Jiuzhen with trembling fingers.
"Zhou Jiuzhen, where are you kissing me? Did I agree to this?"
Zhou Jiuzhen was stunned. "I didn't kiss you. You were the one who kept moving and brushed against my lips!"
He panicked when he saw that she didn't believe him.
"Don't wrong me! If I really wanted a kiss, it wouldn't have been so light!"
Perhaps fearing she wouldn't believe him, Zhou Jiuzhen demonstrated on the spot how heavy the bite would be if he were to take a bite.
All I heard was a "smack" of a mouthful.
It was still exceptionally loud even in the night when the wind was howling outside.
Ling Huanwu propped herself up on the bed with her elbows on both hands, one foot still held tightly in mid-air, her whole body frozen in place, forgetting everything.
The situation quickly spiraled out of control.
Ling Huanwu slumped halfway back onto the bed.
Outside, a fierce wind and torrential rain lashed the soft, white sand of the beach, creating craters one after another.
A huge wave crashed onto the beach.
Rows of dilapidated fishing boats tied to the dock could no longer bear the weight; some had fallen apart, and others were tilting precariously.
One of the ropes even came loose and was swept into the dark, endless depths of the sea.
Zhou Jiuzhen straightened his broad back and muscular waist, met Ling Huanwu's gaze, whose eyes were red and watery, and could no longer control himself as he leaned down and kissed her lips.
He thought that since he had reinforced the bed with several layers of boards later, it should be fine.
As the lamplight flickered, he cupped her delicate face in his hands, as if afraid of breaking her.
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