In fact, from the moment he entered the room until now, it may have been because of the cold outdoors and the warmth indoors. Feng Yiping felt as if he had been soaking in warm water the whole time. Although his thoughts were particularly active, his head kept feeling dizzy.
The sound of a creak and the gentle knock on the door brought him back to his senses. However, after a brief moment of clarity, he guessed what was about to happen. He felt like his whole body was going to float up, unable to feel anything outside. All he could see was the door, no, the person behind the door!
From the living room to the front door of the master bedroom, the ten steps he took were very heavy and urgent, but he could not feel the rebound of the floor at all, as if he were stepping on cotton.
Although he had drunk so many glasses of water tonight, when he reached the door, he felt very dry in his throat, and when he spoke, his throat felt like it was rubbing, and his voice was floating and trembling. 'What's wrong with you?'
The door opened, and Feng Yiping was dragged inside by a hand. He was pushed against the wall, and a warm body leaned over him. 'Are all Chinese men so passive?'
Feng Yiping wanted to argue back, but he couldn't, because his mouth was being covered. Then, a small tongue slipped in.
Ma Ling had good lung capacity. This should be a deep French kiss, and it didn't stop until both of them were a little short of breath.
At this point, if you're still being pretentious, then you're really not a man. And this scene leaves no room for you to be anything less than an animal. Feng Yiping thought about what Ma Ling had said earlier, turned her around and pushed her against the wall, 'Chinese men are all hard as diamonds,'
Wait, that doesn't sound like anything. But what the hell.
The dim light from the living room illuminated Ma Ling's beautiful eyes beneath her curved eyelashes, and also let Feng Yiping see the defiant look in her eyes. Her red lips were so luscious that it seemed to say, 'Come on,'
so there was no need to be polite, and Feng Yiping leaned forward and kissed her back.
Their heads kept turning, but their lips were locked together the whole time. Their hands were also busy, exploring each other's bodies. In no time at all, the loose bathrobes fell to the ground, and then the two of them collapsed heavily onto the oversized bed in the master bedroom.
...
I don't know how long it took before the noise finally stopped. A lazy female voice said, 'Go take a shower?'
In the shower, the limp Marling immediately perked up when it was hit with the hot water. Feeling Feng Yiping's reasonably well-formed abs, she asked, 'Just once?'
I'll be damned, this is a serious underestimation of my abilities! Feng Yiping, who believes in actions rather than words, didn't bother with any nonsense and answered her directly with actions.
...
Afterwards, the two of them contentedly soaked in the bathtub, looking out the window at the deserted street outside. Ma Ling, who was lying in Feng Yiping's arms, suddenly gave a playful smile, 'I heard that there's a different kind of feeling in the water!'
That's just right, Feng Yiping also wanted to experience it.
So the water in the bathtub rippled.
...
'Want to eat something?' Feng Yiping asked Ma Ling in his arms.
'Sure,'
In view of the previous high-intensity exercise, in the middle of the night, the two ordered steaks.
It was quite fast. Half an hour later, the waiter knocked on the door with a food trolley. A few minutes later, the two looked at each other's bare plates and couldn't help but laugh, and then they started drinking the soup almost at the same time.
'I'm so full,' said Ma Ling, dressed in Feng Yiping's shirt and Feng Yiping's boxer shorts, in the style of the "national husband". She straddled Feng Yiping's lap, put her arms around his neck and said, "I haven't eaten this much so late at night in a long time. What if I gain weight?'
'It's okay, it's fine to do it once in a while," Feng Yiping said with a smile, 'you have a really good figure right now!'
'But I'm worried about gaining weight,'
'Tomorrow, oh no, let's get up early today and I'll go to the gym with you,'
Ma Ling smiled and held out her hand, accurately grasping something. 'There are many ways to exercise, and you can do it now,'
she moved her hand a little, 'What, my perfect man, is this not okay?'
This is really something that aunts can't bear to tolerate, and something that can't be taken lightly when it comes to such major issues of dignity. It just so happened that the sofa was also quite good, and immediately, Feng Yiping's shirt was casually thrown on the ground.
...
In this way, they tossed and turned until after three o'clock in the morning. The two men, who had rushed off in a hurry, finally fell asleep in each other's arms.
That night, Jacob also did not sleep peacefully.
He sensibly opened another room, but was always alert, always thinking, will the boss call later and ask me to drive the girl back to school?
After waiting until a little after one o'clock, he finally gave up hope and realized that he would not have to wait.
However, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
As a man, he admired Feng Yiping's ability and luck, meeting such a beautiful girl right next to the trash can.
But as an American man, he really felt a bit bad about just watching as he thought about such an outstanding girl, in just a few short hours, throwing herself into the arms of a foreigner.
...
At 6am, Feng Yiping woke up on time. Ma Ling was still fast asleep, with one thigh on top of him and one hand on his body, as if she was afraid he would run away. Feng Yiping smiled, helped her brush the hair that had fallen on her face, and looked at the face of the person he would only be able to see on the big screen in the future. He didn't know when his eyes closed again.
He didn't know how long it had been. He felt drowsy. He felt an itch in his nose, so he rubbed it a few times with his eyes closed. Then he felt an itch on his face and neck. He opened his eyes and saw Ma Ling holding his hair, mischievously sweeping it across his face. 'What time is it?'
Ma Ling put her arms around his neck. "Half past nine,'
'Then I'll ask them to bring breakfast in,'
On hearing this, Ma Ling rolled over and sat on him. "We'll eat later,'
Later is later, the east wind blows, the war drums beat, who is afraid of whom in this world!
'Great, I said I'd keep you fit in the morning,'
but whether it's on top or bottom, dominating or being dominated, is a serious question. He immediately rolled over, got on top, and absolutely couldn't let the west wind overwhelm the east wind.
Ma Ling wanted to turn the tables, but she was restricted in every way, so how could she possibly be Feng Yiping's match?
...
After the exercise, she had a big appetite again. After devouring the food, she drank some milk and pretended to be innocent as she asked, 'Are you going to Harvard this afternoon?'
I said, 'You wouldn't be like this for the past few hours because of this, would you?'
'Yes, that was the last speaking engagement I accepted,'
'And then you'll go back to China?'
'No, I still have some other engagements. As I told you, I need to investigate some new technologies, such as new energy,'
'You won't come to Washington again, will you?'
'But in the meantime, I need someone who is familiar with the situation in the United States to help me. Will you help me?' Feng Yiping asked.
'Jacob is more suitable than I am,' Ma Ling smiled.
'But I hope it's you,' Feng Yiping took her hand.
'What about the website? What are your plans? Will you start it in China first?'
'No, it won't be in China first, and I won't be directly involved. You'll be the main person in charge of this project. But I will create the conditions for you. This time when I came to the United States, I met a lot of people, and I will introduce this project to them,'
'Why? This is a good thing to do for charity. Why are you staying behind the scenes? For your book, don't you give speeches across the country?' Ma Ling asked puzzled.
'I'm happy to appear in various reports as a scholar, not as a philanthropist or wealthy entrepreneur,' Feng Yiping explained.
In China, for a long time, many charities have been accompanied by controversy. Feng Yiping does not need such trouble now and in the future, and even less does he need to publicise himself and his company in that way.
As for the rich list, the further away from it the better.
Although she didn't quite understand his approach, Ma Ling still let out an 'oh'.
At one o'clock, Jacob finally received a call from his boss. He drove to the hotel entrance and, after a while, saw Ma Ling walking out with Feng Yiping's arm around her shoulder. It seemed that he was thinking what he was thinking.
He let out a sigh, and suddenly felt a sense of regret. However, he didn't show it on his face at all. He smiled and helped them open the car door, 'Going back to school?'
When they arrived at the school gate, he saw the two people behind him reluctantly holding hands. He consciously got out of the car to smoke, but his back looked quite desolate. I'm afraid that at this moment, like many young people in China, when he sees a foreigner strutting through the city with a pretty girl on his arm, he will secretly mutter, 'What a waste!'
'I've never done anything like this before, and this is the first time,' Ma Ling said to Feng Yiping, "Although it's nothing, but something like what happened yesterday, it's really the first time for me,'
'Forget it, what am I telling you this for? I'm going down,'
'Wait," Feng Yiping took her hand, "I know, I understand,'
'Besides," he said with a smile, "because I'm too charming,'
Ma Ling smiled and shook his hand, "I'm going to class,'
'Remember to consider my proposal,'
'I'll think about it when I have time,' Ma Ling pulled her hand away and got out of the car, putting on her trench coat.
Feng Yiping followed her out, 'No goodbye?'
Ma Ling smiled and turned back, ready for a hug, but Feng Yiping didn't want to let her off so easily. He cupped her face and kissed her softly. Ma Ling closed her eyes and involuntarily arched her heels.
If she did this in China, she would definitely be mobbed, but here, the students around them looked completely indifferent as they watched the two people kissing passionately by the car. To these guys, things like this were too commonplace.
Feng Yiping stood next to the car, watching Ma Ling put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and walk towards the school gate without looking back. His long hair danced in the wind, but unlike yesterday, there seemed to be a touch of sadness in his airy movements today.
He rubbed his temples and waved to Jacob by the roadside, 'Go to the airport,'