"You drink the milk, and I’ll give you a massage!" The man laughed, his voice soothing as he spoke. "Don’t doubt me, I’m very professional!"
Very professional? Nanxi was taken aback, "Have you massaged other women before?"
"What are you talking about?" Lu Yinchu handed over the glass of milk, which Nanxi obediently took.
"When I was young, I used to massage my grandfather’s legs and shoulders all the time. As I grew older, the habit stuck. My grandfather even said I was better than professional masseuses..."
He smiled and continued, "So, little girl, you’re in for a treat today!"
Well then, a tiny bubble of happiness rose in Nanxi’s heart. She replied, "...I see!"
"That’s right, so now, while enjoying your husband’s massage, can you be good and finish your milk?"
Nanxi held up her glass of milk, "Watch me chug it down in one gulp!"
Behaving obediently, Nanxi chugged down her milk in one gulp and then leaned back on the bed to enjoy Lu Yinchu’s "service". She genuinely felt that Lu Yinchu’s "skill" was excellent!
Of course, he himself was even better!
Handsome, rich, considerate, and he even gives her massages. She wondered what Yang Su and Lan Qiqi’s reactions would be if she told them this!
In any case, she dared not imagine, feeling particularly thrilled!
After Lu Yinchu had been massaging Nanxi for over half an hour, her sore legs felt much better. She was so comfortable she could fall asleep!
When his touch left her, his deep voice brushed past her ear, "Do you feel better?"
Nanxi, with her eyes closed in enjoyment, replied, "I feel good~~"
The man’s lips licked her ear, "Since your husband made you feel good, shouldn’t you return the favor and make your husband feel good too..."
Nanxi instantly opened her eyes just to realize the man’s body was draped over hers before she could react. She wanted to get away, but he had already pinned her arms down, leaned over and kissed her hand, "Nanxi, how could you keep me waiting..."
"I... when did I ever keep you waiting!"
Nanxi blushed. Hadn’t they been together every night for the past few days?
"Yesterday doesn’t count, I’ve been waiting all day today. How can you keep me waiting ?"
The man’s voice was ambiguous as it brushed her nose, his soft kisses landing on her cheeks, just skimming the surface, like kindling a fire!
Nanxi’s body softened slightly, unsure of what to do or what to say...
"Lu Yinchu, you... aren’t you tired?" Her voice stammered!
The man laughed, leaning in to steal a forceful kiss, "How could I be tired before we’ve even started..."
With that, he leaned further in, his searing body pressing against hers, his warm chest signaling his intense need...
Located in the heart of this bustling city, the hotel Nanxi and Lu Yinchu checked into had a exceptionally large living room in the Presidential Suite. One entire wall was made of glass, offering a panoramic view of the vast sea when the curtains were pulled back!
Nanxi remembered one time, as she stood by the window, Lu Yinchu embraced her from behind. His soft lips near her ear, he whispered:
"Some people say that all water ultimately flows to the sea. When I couldn’t find you, I wished I could become the sea so no matter where you were, we would eventually find each other and you would return to me..."
Moved, Nanxi turned to face him, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him. He responded, and they kissed passionately!
At this very moment, Nanxi felt that she herself had become a pool of water under his lingering kiss. And he, he was her final destination. They would never be apart!
Under the bright light, Nanxi’s hand clung to his strong shoulder. Biting her lip, she called out his name, "Lu Yinchu...Lu Yinchu..."
Again and again, her voice a mixture of reproach and infatuation!
They clung to each other tightly, as if they were a single entity!
Or perhaps, they were always an entity, separated by fate at first, and now, finally finding each other!
Sweet words exchanged, an intense affection; the affection displayed, burning like fire. With a lump of clay, I shape you, and you shape me.
We are kneaded together and formed anew by the water; I form you again, and you form me.
I am in your clay and you are in mine; in life we share the same quilt, in death we share the same coffin.
This is from "Ionian song", written by the wife of the great painter and calligrapher of the Yuan Dynasty, Guan Daosheng. It also captured Lu Yinchu’s feelings at this very moment.