"I... I'm a woman. Men and women are different..."
"You just kicked me so hard that I'm almost a woman now," he said, but he seemed to think about it for a moment and decided that it was a reasonable request. "Well, hand me that towel."
In the direction he was pointing, Pipi found a small draw in the base of the recliner. She took a white towel from it and handed it to Helan. He turned around, wrapped the towel around his lower body, and then, lying back on the chair, stretched out his slender legs.
The moonlight poured down.
The air was frigid, but Helan looked like he was sweating. As if he were training some kind of internal strength, he seemed to be in a steam bath, relaxing with a look of cozy incomprehension.
Pipi's ears went red as she squinted at him.
After a while, she suddenly remembered the true purpose of her visit. Wasn't she there to interview this person? Now the two were alone and he couldn't get away from her. It was a great opportunity!
Pipi quickly pulled her recording pen from her pocket and asked: "Mr Helan, why do you take these 'moonlight baths'?"
Helan did not answer her, but she made herself noisy and inconvenient. After a while, he said, "No reason why. It's just a hobby, a habit."
People who are involved in news are not easily surprised. A dog bite is not news. A person biting a dog is news. Moonlight baths had no value - at it's best it was a kind of health exercise, similar to swimming in winter. Pipi was tired of standing so she sat next to him.
"So, how long does it last?"
"For one night."
"One night!?" Pipi immediately jumped up and protested, "What do you want me to do!? You want me to spend the night with you?"
She didn't know why (maybe because he'd been so easily knocked down), but Pipi wasn't afraid of this person and felt that what was happening was rather interesting.
"Well if you don't want to, you can find a way to get out of here yourself," he said.
"Helan Jing!"
"It's useless to shout my name like that," he replied lazily.