Fortunately, the foreigners who had been blocking the way for a long time didn’t see anyone when they knocked on the door, and seeing no lights in the house from downstairs, they had to leave, rather displeased.
After Bai Xiao had finished applying acupuncture on Li Jiao, the dinner party outside had already dispersed.
Hu Biao and his wife had already gone home with their child, leaving only An Zhiyuan and Director Zhang sitting there, watching television and chatting about something.
Seeing Bai Xiao come out, An Zhiyuan also took his leave.
The two returned to their own home, and Bai Xiao sighed, collapsing onto the sofa. Their sofa was one of those spring sofas, not one of those newer style sofas, but rather an old-fashioned, cumbersome one. Yet, such sofas were absolutely sturdy and durable, plus they had good elasticity.
An Zhiyuan watched as the orange light fell from above, enveloping her slender body and casting a crisscrossing shadow on the sofa’s edge and even onto the floor.
"Why do those foreign experts keep hovering around you?"
After heating some water for her to wash her feet, Bai Xiao had big habits—not exactly germaphobic, but she needed to wash her face and feet every day, and sometimes bathe, although she mostly bathed at the hospital since it was not convenient at home. An Zhiyuan was recently considering installing a shower in Bai Xiao’s bathroom at home, but it was difficult to find the right setup locally, mostly gas water heaters which seemed unsafe and prone to gas poisoning.
Bai Xiao lazily sat up, crossed her legs on the sofa, "Today, I performed a surgery with acupuncture but no anesthesia, and these people happened to see it. So, like mosquitoes sensing the scent of blood, they cling to me, dying to have me go abroad for exchanges."
Bored, she turned on the television, but with only a few channels available, there was nothing interesting to watch.
An Zhiyuan took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash himself, as his wife’s habits now made him uncomfortable if he didn’t wash every day.
Dressed in a bicep-baring undershirt, the top was military green, and the bottom was a pair of all-cotton lounge pants, making him look solid and tall. Perhaps because he had just bathed, his whole body carried an indescribable freshness.
Especially that eight-pack, An Zhiyuan was not thin, but when he squatted down, his abdomen tucked in, without a bit of excess fat.
His physique was excellent, from his body to his Adonis belt, naturally yet powerfully compelling.
The whole man collapsed onto the sofa, squeezing next to Bai Xiao.
She smiled slightly, "Squeezing like this, aren’t you hot?"
Bai Xiao shifted a bit to the side; she had already washed her feet and changed into her pajamas, focusing intently on "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," a drama that captivated an era.
He stretched out his arm to hold her tightly, tighter than he ever had before.
Bai Xiao turned to hug his waist and leaned against his chest, her arms resting on his body.
She felt the sturdy warmth of his masculine body providing her a solid sense of security, with a hint of soap scent in his breath.
It was an indescribable feeling, mysterious yet comfortable.
No words could describe it, like a silent movie, containing a strange silence.
At the moment An Zhiyuan hugged her, Bai Xiao thought she could hear the sound of flowers blooming in the quiet night, gentle and slow, like petals unfolding tranquility, but her world suddenly became colorful and dazzling.
Her cheeks pressed against his firm chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, she felt an infinite craving, with sweet bubbles frothing in her heart.
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It was unclear who initiated, but in that uncontrollable joy, the two were lost in it, his movements on her were deep, each touch reaching deep into her soul, his angular face sweaty, at that moment so perfectly in sync, until after a long time, the vigorously trembling bed gradually returned to calm.