Chapter 139: Final Chapter 1
She had never thought about why this happened. When he whispered in her ear, her body stiffened briefly due to embarrassment and vigilance, but she did not resist him. He held her knees and pulled her legs under her white dress to his side.
She sat face to face, her eyes gazing at her quietly from a short distance. His hand gently rubbed her fingers, then wound itself around his neck. And so, he kissed her, slowly, slowly, as if protecting a fragile object, softly and carefully, yet unable to conceal the scorching heat of his breath as the kiss swept over her. But before each kiss, he carefully closed his eyes, like a sincere and devout ascetic.
She hugged his shoulders tightly, momentarily distracted.
Like a U-shaped magnet, the dense magnetic flux lines between its north and south poles, stretching toward their point of contact, were all artificial illusions. But at that moment, she believed they existed. Once the barrier was severed, they would instantly snap together.
Such are often the consequences of passionate love.
For example, the refreshing scent on him was like the misty weather in the afternoon, and she had also tasted the lingering fragrance of the leaves of Amagi. The smell alone made her mistakenly think that she was being embraced.
He seemed to notice her absent-mindedness, and from a few feet away he looked up and fixed his gaze on her. In a split second, he lifted her chin and kissed the skin under her ear, then opened his mouth and gently bit the soft skin with his teeth.
She hissed softly in pain.
When he lowered his head, he also looked up at her.
When their eyes met, she saw the emotions hidden in Xie Zeyi's eyes, as hot as his kiss.
Just one glance. Then her eyelashes drooped, as if to hide a suppressed look.
But the hand resting under her armpit, as if deliberately punishing her for her distraction, gently outlined the contours of her bulging, vaguely visible body with his thumb through two layers of thin silk.
She was a little nervous.
Her body was controlled by his warm palms on his legs, and her soft parts were gently caressed by him... She sat on him, her body slightly tensed by the small and sensitive touches.
He noticed it immediately and asked her, "Scared?"
She shook her head.
He smiled: "That's good."
…
She sat on his lap and let his fingers tease her until her cheeks flushed. She couldn't struggle away and then realized what was about to happen.
She cried bitterly, "...Mr. Xie... This is my first time... My body and mind are in pain... I don't want to... I don't want to give you a finger..."
He stared at her without saying a word.
His bride was sitting on his lap, rubbing her body against his will, struggling for pleasure. Her lips were steaming red, her eyes were red and unfocused, and her loose hair was blown tousled, a few strands clinging to her face. She looked incredibly soft and passionate.
Only then did he realize that his throat, parched from enduring so much, was strangely itchy. He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse. He asked her in a low voice, "What do you want?"
Her hands were tightly bound by him, and she rested them on his neck. She whispered his name over and over again in a voice choked by sobs: "...Mr. Xie...Mr. Xie..."
Without waiting for her to say another word, Xie Zeyi lifted her up by her hips, rested his head on her head, and gently placed her on the bed.
Then he turned and walked to the door, and when he came back, he was holding a sealed paper box with the words "London Rubber Company Latex Lubricating Products" printed on it.
He opened it, took out a small piece and held it in his mouth, untied the belt of his black silk trousers and took them off.
She bit the small piece with her teeth, and when she leaned over, the shadow covered her completely.
He bit the corner of the paper wrapper and tore it open. One hand rested on her ear, and as he lowered his head, a charming whisper escaped from between his teeth. He stared at her intently, as if asking himself, "Just one more check."
She looked up at his half-open eyes as his eyelashes drooped, and whispered, "Okay, you don't have to."
He stared at her without moving.
She reached out and took the condom out of his mouth and threw it aside.
Xie Zeyi stood up and half-knelt between her legs.
…
When he entered her, he lowered his head, his eyes gripping hers, and with the little sanity left in him, he whispered again, "Does it hurt?"
When he buried his head, a few strands of black hair soaked with sweat covered his temples and the upper part of his cheeks, leaving only his gloomy eyes staring at her.
In the past, she never understood why a male like him would need such a pair of eyes. They were almost contrary to his entire temperament.
It was only later that he realized that these eyes completely destroyed the toughness and brutality in his temperament, as well as the reserved demeanor he had acquired through acquired cultivation. They were the most discordant part of him, eternally full of affection, eternally unpredictable. They made him understand the world in this life without being slick, and were the finishing touch of creation.
The sight of her made her feel dizzy and her eyes widen.
Fire burned in those stark black and white, downcast eyes, and his hands trembled for some unknown reason, as if he were the loneliest person in the world, lonely for so long, and finally encountered his only light, his gift from God. He treated her like a treasure, and from then on, he cherished her even more and treated her with even greater care.
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After it was over, Xie Zeyi hugged her and lay down on the bed, letting the mixed liquid soak both of their bodies and the sheets.
She was exhausted in his arms, her mouth open, moaning silently, breathing greedily; the inside of her thighs were completely numb, as if they no longer belonged to her.
The room was unusually quiet. Amidst the two people's heavy breathing, they could occasionally hear the faint sound of the sea tide and the chirping of unknown birds outside.
She was held tightly in his arms, her heart still beating violently.
"Once is not enough." He really liked her so much that he couldn't help but move closer, pecked her behind the ear, and asked softly, "Again?"
She was terrified.
His one time is her thrice.
once?
Whose time?
He said with some regret: "It's a pity that it's almost dawn."
She still had a little strength to kick him, but he immediately grabbed her calf and twisted her away.
"Do you like having sex with Mr. Xie?"
She looked up in his arms and nodded slightly, very honestly, "Yeah."
He kissed her ear and whispered, "Let's do this every day from now on, okay?"
The place where he kissed her began to feel hot.
Xie Zeyi's broad palm naturally reached to the base of her thigh.
The medial gracilis muscle, which had almost never been exercised, had long been weak. At this moment, it was trembling and throbbing involuntarily in his palm.
Not to mention walking, I'm afraid it would be difficult to even stand up.
Xie Zeyi held her tighter, kneading her muscles gently, and said with a smile, "Mrs. Xie probably needs more exercise."
She looked out the window at the gradually brightening daylight, feeling a little tearful: "Should I still offer tea?"
Xie Zeyi couldn't help but tease her, "Yes. Guangdong people have many relatives and strict rules. The bride holds the tea bowl and offers tea from morning till sunset."
She let out a cry.
Xie Zeyi held her face to face, his warm body temperature rushing towards her, and kissed her on the head, "It's a pity that Mr. Xie doesn't have a principal wife. If you are willing, go sit in the hall, and ask all the concubines and peers to serve you tea in order, from morning till sunset, and never stop. Do you want to go?"
Is this the rule?
She opened her eyes wide and asked, "Where is Sir Xie?"
"He hasn't been very fond of speaking English lately."
"So?"
"Can you understand him speaking Mandarin?"
Chu Wang said: "I can speak Cantonese."
Xie Zeyi laughed: "You're trying to talk to that old man with your ridiculous Cantonese?"
She was suddenly convinced. It was true that she couldn't communicate with her father-in-law. But with eight concubines in a family, at least six of them could communicate with each other.
Xie Zeyi rubbed her head and said, "Sleep peacefully. When you wake up, Brother Zoe will take you to eat cake."
After he said that, he put the quilt on her and got up to go to the bathroom.
She sat up to look, her legs and thighs trembling, and she fell back onto the bed.
The sound of running water in the bathroom was loud. After a while, Xie Zeyi came out naked, wearing a coat and holding a towel. He sat beside her, lifted the quilt, and spread her legs apart.
Her face flushed and she quickly covered it, "Do, what?"
Xie Zeyi easily pried her hands apart and gently touched the red part that he had made with his fingers.
She hissed.
Xie Zeyi frowned as if blaming himself. He gently wiped her with a wet towel, placed the warm towel over her trembling muscles, and put the quilt back on. "Go to bed first. I'll call someone to get some medicine."
She put her arms around him and wouldn't let him go.
Xie Zeyi bowed and said softly, "I'll be back immediately."
She was wrapped in the quilt, looking up at him, and suddenly called out softly, "A Zheng."
Xie Zeyi was stunned for a moment.
A Zheng.
His childhood nickname.
His original name.
I only long to be called by my nickname by my beloved.
I have heard it countless times since I was a child, but this time is the most beautiful.
It was so beautiful that it made his body numb.
He didn't know how much he liked her calling him that.
How much do you like it?
It was as if a transparent skylight was being repaired in his body. On a sunny day, three or four birds were pacing back and forth above it, making a ticking sound.
His heart resides under the skylight.
He felt calm in his heart.
She was also feeling a little sleepy, so she moved a little further in and patted the empty seat, "Can I hold Ah Zheng and sleep for a while?"
Xie Zeyi was immediately obsessed.
He crawled into the quilt, held her tightly in his arms, and let her stay close to his heartbeat.
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I slept very deeply.
Xie Zeyi, however, seemed to have not slept all night. She lay in his arms, and in her sleep she noticed him tying the scattered token of love back on her wrist, occasionally kissing her temples, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek.
As daylight cleared, someone rang the bell. He felt a quiet noise beside the bed, and he rose and left. A whisper echoed outside the door. His mother, speaking Cantonese, gave instructions. From her tone, it was clear she was from the Xie family, otherwise they wouldn't have allowed such unauthorized access to their new home.
From time to time, he would put a large nightgown on her and hold her in his arms. A-ma came in quietly, quickly removed the quilt that smelled of Xie Zeyi, laid out a fresh sheet, and left without a word.
Xie Zeyi stuffed her into the clean and fresh quilt.
From this moment on, she was the only one in the bed who exuded the scent of Xie Zeyi.
He seemed to have noticed it too. The instigator seemed to be quite amused by this, and smiled softly beside the bed.
She frowned and sniffed, a little unhappy.
Xie Zeyi leaned over, pulled the quilt and her into his arms and kissed her.
She wanted to open her eyes, to pull him under the covers and sleep with her, but she was so sleepy that she turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
When I woke up again, the bright sun shone into the house from the east window. Downstairs, I could hear Cantonese with various accents mixed with Spanish, Portuguese, English and French, making a loud noise.
Xie Zeyi, dressed in a neat white shirt and dark trousers, stopped the group of people downstairs. He switched languages freely, smiled gently, and responded calmly. So far, no one has dared to pass him and come upstairs.
One woman complained to him in Portuguese: "It's the morning of our wedding day, let's forget it. Your father has such a bad temper. He must be pissed off by you in front of all these relatives from home."
Xie Zeyi asked slowly, "Oh? He seemed to be in a good mood on the phone."
The other girl understood and immediately interrupted in Spanish, "What did you say to make your father so happy that he even tried to smooth things over for you?"
Xie Zeyi laughed for a moment and replied calmly, "What I say is not important. Mr. Jiang may not be able to use it."
The Portuguese man immediately said, "People say the Xie family has a poor burial ground. Young Madam is so blessed that her first child will definitely be the young master. Why wouldn't the master be happy to speak well of the young master and young madam? If Miya marries into the Jiang family, the situation will naturally be different."
The Portuguese and Spanish speakers immediately started arguing with each other, speaking faster and faster, chattering away, and gradually I could no longer follow.
Xie Zeyi said nothing, apparently he was used to it and was too lazy to stop the fight.
She scratched her ears, smelling the scent of Xie Zeyi all over her body. Her face flushed, and she frowned. She slowly stretched her legs to the ground. When she stood up, her legs still trembled, but they were much better than they had been a few hours ago. She held onto the edge of the bed and walked into the bathroom to wash slowly. As the warm water poured over her body, she muttered absentmindedly: Miss Lin San, Young Lady Xie, Mrs. Xie, Old Mrs. Xie...
Last night flashed through her mind, Xie Zeyi leaning back and calling her name softly: "Lin Zhi."
The argument continued downstairs. Xie Zeyi's voice echoed from the other side of the shore. A young woman spoke in an Oxford accent, "Sorry. A colonel came to visit this morning with an American accent. He said he had something important to discuss with you. I drove here, and the mothers insisted on following me."
Xie Zeyi said softly, "It's okay. What did he say?"
"He said that letters and phone calls were inconvenient and he would have to convey it in person."
"Why didn't you tell him this address?"
The girl paused and confided, "There are so many relatives at home today. If you continue to pamper her, at least take her home once, or people will think this girl is so proud that she's looking down on the entire Xie family."
She heard Xie Zeyi ask lightly, "Who will you ride on top of? Me? Mr. Xie?"
The girl was speechless.
Xie Zeyi added, "He and I are both very happy to see her so proud."
The girl was so angry and helpless that she could only say angrily: "I have told the colonel that you will return home tonight and asked him to wait for you then. It's up to you whether you come back or not!"
Before Xie Zeyi could respond, she immediately put on a black turtleneck sweater and leaned out of the window, "Hi."
Both of them looked up.
The woman was about to leave when she heard him, looking up. She was about twenty-five, tall and slender, wearing a long dress and a dark trench coat. Her long, curly chestnut hair swayed in the sea breeze. She had emerald green eyes and a face that blended Chinese and British styles: a classic oval face with deep, deep features. She embodied the temperament and appearance of the Broadway girls of the 1920s and 1930s, a period of glamour that is so highly regarded in the 21st century.
Upon seeing her, the woman immediately turned around and glared at Xie Zeyi: "Aren't you sleeping?"
She smiled in her heart: What a fierce and willful elder sister.
Xie Zeyi smiled lazily and asked Lin Zhi, "Would you like to rest for a while and then go to Central with me?"
Lin Zhi said, "Go get the car and I'll go back with you right away."
She slowly went downstairs. Xie Zeyi was obviously one step ahead of her. He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at her and asked, "Do you have enough strength?"
She replied insincerely, "Yes."
After saying that, she walked past him and headed out the door, her thighs weak and her calves trembling.
Xie Zeyi's laughter rang out from behind. He strode forward, picked her up, walked to the side of the car, and put her in the passenger seat.
As soon as she sat down and closed the car door, a group of colorful women rushed forward to show their affection to her. They were immediately stopped by the British woman a few steps away and rudely said to her: "No wonder your father never allows you to attend formal occasions."
She looked outside the car, and the girls suddenly became deflated like balls, standing a few steps away in displeasure, not daring to overstep the line.
The British woman immediately whistled at him, signaling him to drive away.
Xie Zeyi appreciated it and slowly drove the car into the avenue.
She turned around and saw Xie Feiyi calmly separating several women who had a grudge against each other into several cars and following behind.
She sat in the cab and said a little angrily, "So you don't want to take me home."
Xie Zeyi said, "The experience won't be very pleasant."
"Isn't it a bit rude that you didn't even introduce yourself?"
"Fei Yi lives in the UK all year round and doesn't return to Hong Kong very often. As for the others, you just need to know where they're from," Xie Zeyi added casually, "Obviously, you'll know by listening to the language."
"They're obviously not very happy."
Xie Zeyi said, "They are good at this and have never let me down over the years."
She was happy.
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