"It's useless to shout my name like that," he replied lazily.
"It seems that you really don't want to have children, huh!" Pipi threw a punch at him, but he couldn't stop himself from grabbing her and pulling her onto the recliner with her to lie down next to him. There was a seductive voice in her ear:
"Why are you so eager to leave? Don't you think that the moonlight tonight is beautiful? Isn't the waxy scent of the mountain so sweet? There is a breeze blowing in the distance, there's the sound of the grass rustling."
"The sound of the squirrels drinking the river and the rupture of the ice..."
"The dream of the otter, the sound of the falling star..."
"Scorpio is so moving, you should cherish this wonderful moment, lie with me here, calm down and savor it."
"Oh..." Pippi's thoughts wandered, confused by the dreamlike voice.
The night grew deeper and the chill pressed in. Although Pipi was wearing a down jacket, she could not help feeling that she was fighting the cold. The hand which held her recorder had almost frozen.
She inhaled nasally and found that her hand was suddenly held by Helan. The ten fingers clasped together and a comfortable warmth passed between their fingertips.
Their faces were almost touching, and they could hear each other's breath. Pipi wanted to turn away, but he turned her towards her, and she could not help her heart from jumping.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asked suddenly.
"I'm not afraid."
"I could have eaten you."
"How would you do that?"
"First, I'll start with the toes," he looked at her, an amused smile on his face. "When I get to the top of your head, I'll ask if you're in pain."
Pipi giggled.
They lay side by side on the chair, looking at the round wall of the well and gazing at the moon in the sky.
After an hour, Pipi grew impatient. "What's so good about this well? It's boring."
"Unfortunately, there's not really anything here to entertain you," Helan said. Then, remembering something, he said: "Wait, I have a short-wave radio. Do you want to listen to it?"
He reached under the chair and took out a small radio, turned the switch, and released classical music.
Pipi took the radio and twiddled the knobs around. "I'll see if there's a nighttime talk show on. I used to listen to 'Pandora Psychology', I loved listening to it."
"No, it has to be music. Talk shows are noisy and tiresome." Helan grabbed the radio again and turned it back to the original channel, dropping into an E-flat major serenade.
"The music on this station is all the same. The host is nuts. Out of so many tunes, he only even listens to this kind." Pipi was not pleased, making her complaints right in his ear.
Helan was unmoved and remained resolute. "Well, I only want to listen to this kind of music too."
"Well, I'll let you." Pipi let it go. "I like to be morally superior."
"No, I also like to be morally superior," Helan said, moving his long fingers to the dial. The radio emitted a female voice from a talk show, as tender as spring rain:
"-- Now let's answer a listener from Hangzhou, Miss Wang, hello. I am Panpan, here is Pandora's psychology. Just now we talked about the friendship between women, which seems to be very different from men. Miss Wang, do you want to share your experience with us? ..."