Chapter 121: Four Five Lights Five
The umbrella had been blown away long ago, and Xie Zeyi's coat was soaked by the rain. It was a miracle that she was still intact except for a thin layer of raindrops on the tips of her hair.
The driver of the Ge Mansion drove over with difficulty in the rain. When his headlights caught the two of them, he rolled down the window and shouted at them through the howling wind and rain: "Miss San? Miss San? Is that you? I don't know if you brought an umbrella when you got off the car. It's raining so hard, I'm afraid you'll be delayed in the rain. This is... Oh! Isn't it Mr. Xie——"
The driver came down with a large black umbrella and opened the door for the two of them. "If you have anything to say, get in the car and tell me first!"
Xie Zeyi nodded, let her into the back seat while shielding her from the rain, and got in from the other side.
The driver asked, "Now that Mr. Xie is back, that's great. Should we go back to Fu Kaisen Road, or should we go back to meet Sir Xie and Mrs. Ge first?"
She said decisively: "Fu Kaisen Road."
The driver smiled and said, "Okay!"
She had no other intentions, but she was simply thinking about how much hardship he had endured on the journey, coming all this way without even a piece of luggage. And getting caught in the rain, the Xie family would surely be heartbroken. So she thought he'd have a nice bath and a good night's sleep, and change into clean clothes before returning home the next morning. She hadn't expected the driver's lightly teased remark to suddenly make her face flush. She wasn't sure if she had misunderstood him or the driver had.
"At least don't be too rude in front of your elders..." She said this and turned to look at Xie Zeyi. She hadn't noticed him in the darkness before, but now with the dim light bulb on in the car, she could still see him clearly.
He was looking at himself, too. He looked a little older than before, his cheeks, usually trimmed daily, now had a hint of stubble, cast a thin shadow on his otherwise clean face. His complexion wasn't good either: a kind of shabby sexiness. But when he looked at her, his eyes were unusually bright, making him feel as if he had been washed clean by the last heavy rain of the summer, cleansed from body to mind.
Her lips, once healthy, were now dry, chapped and pale from the long journey. He glanced at her, still smiling and trying to smooth things over for her: "Yes. I'll listen to my wife."
Her face was still a little hot. When she saw the gentle smile in his eyes and eyebrows when he looked at her, her heart ached and she could no longer hold back. Without caring about her embarrassment, she raised her body and kissed his lips without hesitation.
He hadn't had a chance to wash and groom himself for a long time. Today, before disembarking, he finally received a very crude razor as a gift, which not only failed to shave cleanly but also nearly cut his cheeks. And she was so clean that he didn't even feel worthy enough to kneel down and kiss her toes.
"……dirty."
She had no idea how much willpower he had used to resist the urge to kiss her; she hadn't expected him to actually come forward. Except for the day he shamelessly asked her for a farewell kiss, this was the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss him!
He was almost ecstatic.
Her kiss was just like everyone else's, inexperienced and without any method, and it made his lips hurt and his heart itch.
Although he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't push her away. He held her waist and shoulders with both hands to prevent her from losing her balance and banging her head against the roof of the car during the bumpy ride. Then he let her do whatever she wanted to him.
The car windows were tightly shut, but the sound of rain hitting the glass could still be heard. The driver shook his head as he drove slowly forward in the rain, his ears quiet, his head shaking and humming a slow tune from a popular movie.
When the car stopped outside the apartment on Fuxing Road, the rain had become much lighter.
The driver opened the window, looked out, and exclaimed, "Autumn has arrived!"
She lifted herself up from him, and then she saw that his lips were much redder than before, all from her; besides that, there were also some bloodstains from her brute force kiss.
She knew her kissing skills might be poor, but she hadn't expected them to be this bad. Without thinking, she reached out and wiped his lips.
Xie Zeyi had a look on his face that said, "I'll let you do whatever you want."
He smiled silently, looking up at her, his expression innocent and satisfied.
Seeing such a rare and charming look, her head buzzed and she thought to herself: Oh no, what have I done to him?
After she discovered her feelings for him, their ambiguous relationship was completely exposed. Now they were even officially married. He had been unaware of this, but now it was all clear to him after she took the initiative and threw herself into his arms. This day was already unusual, and her actions were like an invitation to him.
She turned around and immediately left the crime scene, opened the car door in a panic, and ran upstairs to the apartment building.
The driver, who was behind us, suddenly changed his tone and shouted, "Mrs. Xie, I'll tell Mrs. Ge when we get back that you plan to stay on Fu Kaisen Road tonight!"
Her face and ears were burning, and her steps were as fast as a spindle, but she could still feel Xie Zeyi's steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow, following her closely.
She took the key to open the door and entered the house. After turning on the light, she got him a new bath towel, hand towel and toothbrush and hung them behind the door. Then she went straight to the bathroom, turned on the hot water pipe and cleaned the bathtub.
The hot water flowed, and her heart skipped a beat when she heard the apartment door close.
The footsteps behind her grew closer, until they stopped behind her, their tall shadow enveloping her completely. She calmly plugged the drain with a stopper. The mist in the tub gradually rose, and her heart, like the mist, hung in the air.
He bent down from behind and held her in his arms, very gently resting his chin on the top of her head; but as if afraid of dirtying her, he kept a little distance from her. However, she could feel surrounded by his body temperature and could also smell the familiar scent that belonged to Xie Zeyi.
It’s not dirty… she thought.
The water soon filled the tub, and the entire bathroom was filled with steam, warming both of them.
She turned on the faucet and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Um."
"I'll go cook you something. You can eat after you take a shower."
He didn't answer, nor did he let go.
She held the shower head in her hand and let him hold it for a while. When even her hands were stiff, she sighed and squeezed the hand he was holding on her shoulders. "The water is getting cold."
He then hummed again and let her leave the bathroom.
She quietly closed the bathroom door and went to the kitchen to light a fire and boil some water. Suddenly, she felt overwhelmed. Apart from the potatoes, eggs, and noodles that Zhenzhen had stockpiled in the refrigerator on a whim, there were no other ingredients.
On second thought, even with ample ingredients, she couldn't seem to cook anything decent. Even though the students who had gone with her to the Dark Cuisine Kingdom had all become master chefs after graduation, she remained stubborn and never cooked, living a life of freeloading when she could, and a box of fish and chips on the way to school when she couldn't. She only used her induction cooker three times a year, always on Christmas Eve, when all the shops were closed. While couples who could cook were traveling together, she was left to languish, holed up at home, trying to make herself a bowl of clear noodle soup that tasted like bran.
She sighed and began to peel three uneven potatoes. Unable to bear the sight of their ugliness, she cut them into thicker slices and chunks. She silently consoled herself: "It doesn't matter how good it looks, it all tastes the same." Then she cracked three eggs and tossed them into the boiling water along with the potato noodles.
Watching an unknown substance quickly rising from the pot, she sincerely apologized three times to her Mr. Xie, poured everything in the pot into a large blue-glazed bowl of Chen Shenglong, and brought it to the dining table. She waited for Xie Zeyi's arrival with fear and remorse.
She frowned and waited for a long time, until the noodles in the bowl of boiling hot stew became a lump and protruded from the soup, but Xie Zeyi still didn't come out.
She stood up and walked across the hallway, knocking on the bathroom door and whispering, "Mr. Xie?"
No response.
She knocked again and raised her voice: "Thank you, Mr.
Outside the window, trams rumbled past one after another, occasionally interspersed with the ringing of bicycle bells and the conversations of passers-by.
There was still no sound in the bathroom.
She didn't care about anything else and pushed the bathroom door open a crack to look inside: he had his eyes closed, still in his clothes, lying on his back in the water without moving.
She was startled, opened the bathroom door and rushed in to touch his breath.
I guess he was extremely tired, so he fell asleep in the bathtub.
After feeling relieved, I felt even more heartbroken.
I checked the water temperature with my hand and it was already a little cold.
She knew she couldn't pull him out of the bathtub, so she touched his cheek with her hand and called him several times, but he still frowned and slept soundly. She thought he was in a dream and couldn't wake up.
How can it be comfortable to lie in the water like this?
She reached under the water and found the cork, drained some of the cold water, then unscrewed the hot water pipe and poured hot water in little by little.
Then she reached out and unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and struggled to take off the shirt sleeves that were tight on his arms because they were soaked.
It took a lot of effort to remove his shirt, and she was so tired that she broke out in a sweat. The water in the sewer pipe and the hot water pipe was still gurgling, and the water temperature was much warmer.
He still didn't wake up.
She looked at the boot-cut trousers that were tightly wrapped around his legs and suddenly felt a little nervous. After carefully thinking out a plan that would be least harmful, she swallowed her saliva and gritted her teeth, unbuttoning the two rows of brass buttons and unzipping her trousers.
After that, he took off his boots and socks and tugged at his trouser legs several times, but the water-sensitive wool material made this movement a bit difficult.
He had been leaning against the tub with his hands outside; after she had taken off his shirt, she had already dipped his cold arms into the warm water. Now she grabbed his trouser legs and pulled them, but instead of pulling them down, she almost pulled him completely under the water.
She was startled and rushed over to hold his head on the edge of the bucket to prevent him from choking on the water.
After doing all this, she leaned closer to look at his face: his brows were still furrowed, his breathing was very light and shallow; there were some water droplets on his hair and eyelashes, and a few drops occasionally dripped down; his lips were pale, but there were a few red marks - she did it.
How tired must he be if he still hasn’t woken up?
After carefully examining him for a while, she walked to the center of the bathtub with confidence, leaving only the last pair of underwear, and peeled the trousers from his crotch to his ankles bit by bit. During the process, she tried to ignore everything else and concentrate on the trousers. After taking them off, she threw them into the dirty clothes basket.
Then he took the soap, rubbed bubbles on his hands, and started applying soap little by little starting from his wet hands.
Then came his neck, his chest... As the foam touched him, it spread into the water, creating thicker and thicker white foam on the surface. By the time she reached his waist, the foam had almost covered it. As she rubbed her hands against it, she could feel the muscles of his waist and lower abdomen rising and falling slowly in her palms as he breathed.
She initially bathed him with a feeling of pity, but later on, she began to have a bit of fun in her. It wasn't until her palms and fingers touched the hard, male muscles that bulged with his breathing that she realized the extraordinarily ambiguous nature of the action.
The thought of this made her face flush, and her hands paused. As she held the soap, debating whether to continue washing, her gaze unconsciously fell on the male area she had been trying to ignore. Even though there was still a final layer of covering, it was soaked through, barely visible between her legs.
Actually, it was nothing. She had caught a glimpse of it once when she was taking off his pants. At that time, it was covered by boxer shorts, and the size was not as amazing as it is now.
The next second, she suddenly realized that his body had reacted at some point while she was lathering him...
This was not what frightened her most.
What horrified her the most was that a certain part of a man seemed to be proportional to his height.
As she was shocked, the soap in her hand slipped out with a slurp and hit his lower abdomen accurately and hard.
“Bang—”
In the quiet bathroom, there was a loud sound of a hard object hitting wet skin. Her hand was still holding the soap, but she was stunned.
At the same time, there was a low and hoarse "hiss" sound caused by pain.
The body in the bathtub moved slowly. She slowly raised her gaze and met the pair of eyes that had just woken up from sleepiness and opened a crack with difficulty.
He felt his abdomen, which was hurt by the unidentified object, and reached out to pull the murder weapon out of the water, looking at it with confusion. Then, he supported himself with one hand in the bathtub and sat up a little. His voice was still hoarse as he asked, "How long...have I been sleeping?"
"Not long..." she said, "You woke up just in time, so you can wash the rest by yourself!"
After saying this, she rushed out of the bathroom in a hurry, leaving Xie Zeyi, who had not yet completely woken up from a deep sleep, to look at the bathroom door that suddenly closed.
Then he looked down at himself, a look of confusion and bewilderment on his face.
——
She went back to the room to get a quilt cover and sheets, then returned to Xie Zeyi's room to spread them out for him.
Next to his room was the bathroom. Through the poorly insulated walls, she could hear the intermittent, faint sound of running water. She finally breathed a sigh of relief; otherwise, she wouldn't have known how to get him out of the bathroom.
The bed was made, and there was a loud sound of water coming from next door.
Hearing the noise, she hurried out of his room and tried to hide in the kitchen before he came out of the bathroom.
But just as I came out of his room, he also pushed open the bathroom door and walked out - barefoot on the carpet, with only a bath towel on his body.
The corridor was already narrow, and once he stood there, there was almost no room left for her to pass through.
But he was so sleepy that he had no intention of letting her pass. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he blocked her path and looked at her with a bright look, as if he was not afraid of the cold.
He looked down at her for a moment, then naturally took the initiative to ask for a kiss: "Give me a kiss."
Without waiting for her to agree or refuse, Xie Zeyi bent down slightly, put his arm around her waist and pressed her against his body, and with a firm push of his hand, he forced her to stand on tiptoe.
She was wearing a thin cotton and linen skirt, and when she hugged him like this, the undried water droplets on his naked skin seeped through her clothes and stuck to her.
She struggled a bit, "Eat, the food is cold!"
He lowered his head and rubbed her forehead, then tilted his head and pecked her on the lips. After succeeding, he didn't do it again. He smiled, ruffled her hair, and let her go.
She felt like a chick that had escaped from the clutches of a devil, and ran into the kitchen.
She had messed with the remaining ingredients so much that she couldn't cook another bowl of food, so she had to put the steamer in and steam the bowl of paste again.
She walked to the door of his room carrying the large blue-glazed bowl. He had already changed into the brand new black nightgown she had just bought and was sitting on the edge of her newly made bed. The size was surprisingly suitable for her.
When she placed the bowl on the phonograph cabinet at the door, he heard the noise, turned his head and looked at her quietly, patted the seat next to him, and said, "Come here."
"Eat something first." She stood at the door, holding the door frame, motionless.
Xie Zeyi's voice became softer, "Come here and let me hold you."
"I've reheated the food twice..." she complained.
Before she could finish her words, Xie Zeyi stood up from the bed, strode over, bent down, carried her horizontally and sat her down on the bed.
She struggled to stand up, "My socks are dirty...the sheets were just changed."
After saying that, Xie Zeyi squatted in front of the bed, clamped her ankles with two fingers, and took off her muddy white stockings one by one.
Then he looked up into her eyes and asked, "Like this?"
She looked at the two bare calves and feet under the black long skirt that was also stained with mud, swallowed her saliva, and could no longer say anything like "the long skirt is also dirty."
"Won't you be hungry if you don't eat?" She tried to struggle one last time.
"Of course I'm hungry." He answered with a smile, his eyes shining.
Then she felt herself being easily picked up by him and kissed on the cheek, smiling and calling out, "Thank you, Madam."
He sat down on the edge of the bed, held her waist and let her sit on his lap; after she sat firmly, he took one of her feet and wrapped it behind his back, and gently kissed her forehead and nose.
"Mrs. Xie..."
He suddenly buried his head in her shoulder, breathing in her scent, and as if deeply attached to the name, he called her again. Following closely, there was a low and satisfied hum, like a thirsty traveler who had trekked through the desert and finally found a sip of sweet rain.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and when he buried his head in her shoulder, she suddenly felt uneasy. She was wearing only a thin skirt, and when she sat on him in this position, she had nothing but her boxer briefs, which was the last bit of protection left. Her bare legs were tightly wrapped around his waist...
Her toes felt a little cold, and she rubbed her big toes nervously behind him. She started to have wild thoughts for some unknown reason due to nervousness.
As a person living in the 21st century, she would not resist such behavior like a woman in the old times. What's more, she and Xie Zeyi were in love with each other and were already a legal couple.
What she was worried about was Xie Zeyi's...part. Could his body handle it?
Besides that, she vaguely remembered that at this age and in this era, the birth mortality rate seemed quite high. However, the statistics also included the civilian population, whose poverty index reached 85%. While both families were not poor and should have access to more advanced sterile medical care, it still seemed unsafe...
Were condoms available in those days? She remembered they probably were. Were they 90% effective? It didn't seem like it. She remembered there were traditional Chinese medicine contraceptive decoctions, roughly as effective as short-acting birth control, providing both protection and contraception. The problem was, she had never considered making such preparations, nor had she had time to take any similar medication.
She remembered that condoms might not have a Chinese name at the time, so she put her hand against his cheek and whispered tentatively in English, "Do you have... do you have condoms?"
After asking this question, she felt him pause. The long silence made the air seem to freeze.
Xie Zeyi raised his head and asked slowly with a strange expression: "Do you... want to do it with me?"
Thinking of the scene in the bathroom, she looked into his eyes, her ears burning, and turned her face away, "I'm a little scared."
Xie Zeyi then smiled and stared into her eyes. Seeing that she was dodging, she seemed to be really afraid of him.
He was puzzled. When he said he wanted a hug, he really just wanted to hold her, kiss her, and smell the scent he'd been craving for so long. Even if he'd occasionally thought about it, he'd never considered acting on such a sinister thought. Even if he could act rashly, it should be done after it was legitimate. Otherwise, not only Mrs. Ge, but he himself would be resentful.
But he didn't understand what he had done to scare her like this?
After a while, he heard her again, as if to comfort herself, her voice a little softer, "Mr. Xie, please... be gentle."
As soon as the words fell, she clearly noticed that Xie Zeyi's body stiffened instantly. He held her neck with one hand and kissed her a little impatiently. She sat on his lap, her face a little hot, and gently closed her hands around his neck, subconsciously wanting to respond to his kiss.
Xie Zeyi paused. After releasing her, he didn't rush to find her lips. He seemed to be trying to see her clearly, so his eyes became hazy and fierce; his movements were slightly hesitant, perhaps he was measuring the right inch to start enjoying her.
As he swallowed, his head tilted, and his Adam's apple rolled slowly and dangerously under the tense lines of his neck.
Catching this extremely obvious attack signal, her heart couldn't help but beat wildly and her eyes widened.
Almost immediately, Xie Zeyi clamped the outside of her buttocks with both hands and flipped her upside down onto the bed.
She was suddenly turned around, and when she fell, she felt the world spinning. She didn't know where she fell. When she tried to pull herself up in a daze, Xie Zeyi was crouched over her with his knees and elbows on either side. His tall body almost completely blocked the light, making it difficult for her to see his face.
After adjusting to the view, she saw what filled his eyes—his brows knitted together with the effort of endurance, his expression changing. When her lips touched his cold lips, she'd thought she was ready; but when she saw that look, she felt a little flustered, reaching out to push him away. His grip on the back of her neck tightened, deepening the kiss.
Her limbs were pressed into the quilt by him. The unnatural movements and subconscious fear made her whole body a little stiff. Even the deep kiss made her breath difficult and even suffocated. Her chest rose and fell violently when she coughed violently, and even the bed shook slightly.
The kiss was interrupted. He impatiently pulled a pillow over to support her waist and roughly pressed her down on the pillow. While she was gasping for breath after choking, Xie Zeyi leaned over and kissed her earlobe, then moved down... biting her collar and pulling the lapel of her shirt down to one shoulder.
She felt a chill run down her shoulders and arms. With a series of slight jolts, he ripped three buttons off her shirt. One of the round metal buttons tumbled to the ground, making a clanking sound before rolling across the wooden floor.
There was a clatter as it hit the wardrobe, and the room became quiet again.
Buttons, trams, bicycle bells...any sound made her heart tighten; and when it was really silent, she could only hear the two people's breathing gradually intertwining, and any part of her body touched by Xie Zeyi would involuntarily tense up.
It was the first time in her life, so her body and mind showed her nervousness.
Xie Zeyi was usually the most gentle towards her. But as soon as she said "be gentle", all his actions went against her request.
Every kiss he landed on her was fierce. Or perhaps it wasn't a kiss at all, but rather a sucking, licking, even a nibbling of her skin with his teeth, a kiss that made her itch and slightly hurt. But he controlled the kiss perfectly. Just as she felt the pain, before her nerves could register it, his teeth had already left her skin, and the pain was immediately offset by the soft, moist licking and kissing.
This was pure voluptuous torture. The sudden, fleeting stimulation, time and again, nearly brought her to tears. Her limbs and body were tightly bound beneath him, the vast disparity in strength making it impossible for her to resist him.
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