Section 1
A shadowy figure has appeared
But this man
There are also those who observe coldly, such as Wang Wenhao
"Removing one item would be safer," a voice behind her responded, "this is my experience"
She has also encountered some direct and enthusiastic suitors in Moscow
The candle flame is burning fiercely
Even when cornered, one will resolutely evade.
Everyone assumes this is a strong affection a man shows towards a suddenly appearing beauty. Wen Han shifts his gaze away, looking at the copper bell at the door, trying to avoid his eyes
Soon, Agassi came to knock on her door, inviting her to join him downstairs for a night of revelry with the travelers gathered here: "The rainy nights in Nepal are perfect for such activities," Agassi remarked. Wenhan, however, could not find the connection between "Nepal's rainy nights" and "all-night revelry," but she could not refuse; the charm of the innkeeper, the little fox, was too great, and all the guests on the four floors of the inn had already accepted the invitation
This cannot be done
Cheng Mu Yun's kiss became somewhat soft, gently gliding from her tongue to the most sensitive upper part of her mouth, repeatedly sliding with the tip of his tongue there... Her body began to tremble slowly, unable to control its reactions, slightly arching her chest...
This night is filled with music and laughter from the first floor
The morning breeze mixed with rainwater wafts in through the window
The legs felt somewhat weak from the cold, slowly leaning against the wall, unable to believe one's own reaction, anxiously fastening the shirt.
Cheng Mu Yun turned off the faucet, placed a drainage plastic pipe into the cement pool, then wiped his hands clean on his pants before walking over to her. He half-squatted down and fastened each of her buttons: "I have sworn never to return to Russia, and you should soon return to Moscow. We will have no further contact. Whatever happens between us in the coming days will merely be a fleeting romance in Nepal," his fingers lifted her face, turning her flushed cheeks, which had turned red from the earlier passion, towards him, "Are you willing?"
Is it him
It is not right; one should not hide, for he cannot see himself
"I feel that you are not feeling well today?" Wang Wenhao took the keys from her hand and opened the door for her. Wen Huan felt uneasy: "A little, perhaps... it might be due to the change in environment."
Wenhan took a step back
Here, a dryer is a luxury item
Both arms were seized and twisted behind her back, easily held captive by one of his hands. He had her entire body pressed into the corner of the laundry room
He no longer spoke, firmly sealing her lips with his own, and began to unbutton her clothes one by one.
From morning to night, the rain has been falling incessantly, never ceasing.
The light smoke of the water pipe, along with the increasingly ambiguous gestures between men and women, filled this exotic night with a sense of confusion and allure. Wang Wenhao seemed to feel that she was becoming more restless, so he found an excuse to accompany her back to the third floor around 3 o'clock. While downstairs the music and laughter were still lively, it was particularly quiet here
Some people are laughing, some are making a fuss, while more women are entangling Cheng Mu Yun with their gazes
He played the accordion, weaving through the smoke exhaled by the people around him, his eyes occasionally lowered and at other times flirtatious. When Cheng Mu Yun leisurely walked up to her, he stopped, gracefully crouched down, and continued to play the accordion for her, his singing laced with particularly seductive sighs.
It is clearly brighter outside than inside the room, how could he possibly see this place? Wen Han comforted himself and quietly glanced out the window again. There was no one there anymore; he must have returned to the hotel. Didn't he go to buy coffee? How could he take two hours to come back? She was puzzled, but suddenly realized that she had shown an extraordinary concern for this man.
"What were you doing before becoming a monk?" A girl asked curiously, clearly intrigued by Cheng Mu Yun's past experience of renunciation. "So what were you doing before that?"
She wanted to avoid his gaze
As dawn broke, Wen Han awoke
Wang Wenhao's palm was exceptionally warm. She withdrew her hand, feeling his proximity; his warm breath was ambiguous, as if he were about to kiss her, yet he still maintained a gentlemanly distance. Wen Han did not dare to move, hesitating for a few seconds before hurriedly stepping back half a pace. However, Wang Wenhao had already noticed her distraction, as if encouraged, his arm wrapped around her back.
Although she had only slept for a little over two hours and her head was pounding, she could not fall back asleep. Therefore, she simply gathered her workout pants, hiking clothes, and a few items suitable for machine washing, and walked to the laundry room on the fifth floor
Suddenly, it was as if a tremendous force had emerged, violently pushing this man away
She entered the room, closed the door, leaned against the wooden door, listened to Wang Wenhao's footsteps fading away, and let out a gentle sigh
Some people are more possessive, like rum
Cheng Mu Yun whispered in her ear in Russian: "Don't scream"
Wen Han's expression changed slightly, while Wang Wenhao remained much calmer than her, speaking on her behalf to Cheng Mu Yun: "Thank you for appreciating my companion." Cheng Mu Yun's gaze, shrouded in mist, followed Wen Han: "No need to be polite."
I apologize, "Cheng Mu Yun slightly retracted her chin, her gaze circling around the two of them, "I have disturbed you both."
She lowered her eyes, feeling his long legs pressed against her
The sound of rain falling on the window makes this night feel particularly cold, especially cold. The clock on the bedside has luminous hands, indicating the time is 12:00.
Langmu played a piece for himself, yet received no attention whatsoever. Instead, it was the man in the corner, half-reclining on the couch and exhaling faint wisps of smoke, who captured the full attention of the beautiful proprietress, much to his displeasure
Fortunately, what reassured her was that Wang Wenhao and Lang Mu also came downstairs to greet her
... ...
She can take advantage of the other guests being sound asleep to wash and dry her clothes first
It was Langmu who went downstairs first
Even if there is a goodnight kiss, what does it have to do with him
I am tired," Wen Han said awkwardly
She took a half step back to avoid the rain, wanting to find a good opening line to greet the unexpected guest behind her in a casual manner. Before she could formulate her words, her waist was suddenly tightened and pulled towards a solid chest.
He suddenly let her go
She does not acknowledge it
As she struggled to calm her chaotic thoughts, his eyes clearly penetrated to the deepest recesses of her consciousness
Everyone began to laugh softly, applaud, and whistle
In that moment, she was so startled that she wanted to call for help, but now, at this very moment, she unexpectedly... did not think to cry out for help
It should not be this way
There are two washing machines, both quite old. Not only is their capacity small, but they also lack an automatic water inlet, requiring the user to turn on the faucet to fill them with water before switching them on. Wen Han stuffed the clothes he was holding into the drum, completely filling it to the brim.
Yet deep down, there remained a lingering doubt that would not dissipate. She returned to the bed, lifted the quilt, and attempted to sleep once more. Then, she heard the distinct sound of male boots approaching, followed by a knock on the door. Was it a knock from next door? Sure enough, she soon heard Agassi's voice, cheerful and laughing, saying: "What? Drinking? Sure." "Alright, no problem, I'll invite a few more friends over, and... thank you for the coffee."
"It should be able to move, right?" she murmured
Everyone knows that he is a former monk who has returned to secular life, so they all take it as a joke. Some men even pursued the topic of Cheng Mu Yun in order to attract the attention of a few girls, continuing to say: "You know, I often make hangers out of gold, and I really mean hangers, the kind used for drying clothes, and take them to India. If discovered, I would have to pay a fine, but if not discovered, then it would be a real profit"
She widened her eyes, her mouth covered.
At the end of the performance, the proprietress chuckled softly, clapping her hands, but turned to look at Cheng Mu Yun, who was lying on the soft couch with a water pipe: "Yun, would you like to give it a try?" The latter smiled and did not refuse
She closed her eyes
The room had become stuffy and humid due to the incessant rain. Wenhan recalled that the landlady had mentioned, as she herself detested the rainy season in Nepal, that she had specifically added a dryer in the laundry room on the fifth floor, which could be considered one of the unique features of this inn
Wang Wenhao smiled
She breathed slightly, trying her best not to look at him: "What excuse are you going to find this time..."
After the song ended, Cheng Mu Yun suddenly said in Chinese: "You look absolutely beautiful tonight"
She wanted to turn on the light, but the latter had already held her hand down
He softly said, "I have been thinking about you for the past two hours or so"
The proprietress truly has a sense of ambiance; in the evening, she moved all the sofas on the first floor and added many low couches. Many people gathered around the proprietress and Cheng Mu Yun, while she sat in a quieter spot. Amidst the laughter, Cheng Mu Yun indeed took the accordion that Lang Mu threw over, swaying as she stood up, hanging it on her shoulder and trying to play it a couple of times.
The sound of the man's footsteps faded away
August in Nepal is indeed the rainy season
Wen Han shuddered all over
She deliberately ignored him and softly said to Wang Wenhao: "Good night"
If there were a sofa or a patch of grass here now, I would not hesitate to push you onto it, Cheng Mu Yun's voice was like a tender whisper between the bedclothes, "From the moment I saw you, I could not control this thought.
He sings quite well," Wang Wenhao said softly to Wen Han, placing his hand on her shoulder, "and he is also very skilled with the accordion.
Even the barmaid, while drinking, did not forget to tease: "No, he returned to the mundane world because these earthly women cannot bear to part with him"
An arm tightly restrained her, unable to be pushed away, completely unable to be pushed away, and she was so anxious that she broke out in a sweat all over
She did not do anything at all last night
The warning of warmth and cold reminds oneself not to pay such close attention to him any longer
Many people have not heard this song, but Wen Han, who was born in Moscow, has indeed heard it. He first listened to it on a vinyl record. Although the title is "Unfortunate Person," the melody is quite languid, especially when sung by a man, who uniquely conveys the feeling of lying on a windowsill after a few drinks, humming and half-singing about his beloved while enjoying the night breeze
He sat in the center of the small bar, cheerfully singing a Russian love song to the drowsy-eyed landlady
The crowd erupted in laughter
Wen Han responded with a restless mind and spirit.
The sound of flowing water fills the air.
Wen Han chose a rather inconspicuous corner and sat down
Wenhan's eyes drooped as she stared at her own fingers, randomly scribbling a few commonly used formulas on the table. Stay calm, stay calm
Cheng Mu Yun looked at the accordion in Lang Mu's hands and said, "It has indeed been a long time since I last played one."
At five o'clock in the morning, the revelry has come to an end
"There is no excuse," his breath brushed against her face, "I want you"
Indeed, he might just be a lecherous monk in the temple
The drum in the washing machine has been filled to capacity, the water is overflowing, and it has even started to leak from the side pipe of the washing machine
Behind him, someone laughed heartily, and a man said: "I know why this monk has renounced his vows; he cannot forget the desires of the mundane world."
His eyes clearly gazed deep into the very depths of her consciousness
"Alright," Wang Wenhao said softly, "good night"
She suddenly sat up in bed, gasping for breath, with only darkness before her. There was no moonlight outside the window, it was dark and seemed to be raining.
Everyone thought he was merely playing, yet unexpectedly, they heard a very smooth and passionate melody.
After all, she was accompanied by a male partner, which allowed her to feel somewhat more at ease. At the very least, she thought that man would not easily come to provoke her again. She changed into an ankle-length skirt and deliberately chose a short-sleeved top with a very neat neckline. After a long delay, she finally went downstairs with Wang Wenhao. The atmosphere on the first floor was already lively, with someone playing Russian songs on the accordion.
Wen Han awkwardly withdrew his gaze
The sound of water began to change at an indeterminate time
Is it love at first sight
The sound of the accordion is always romantic and unrestrained, akin to that of a Russian man
She unexpectedly woke up after only two hours of sleep. Wen Han felt somewhat irritable and pushed open the window, only to be suddenly splashed by rainwater on her cheeks, prompting her to hurriedly close the window again. In the brief moment of opening and closing the window, she saw the shadow of a man walking leisurely along the dilapidated narrow stone path. When she looked down, the figure also raised his head, seemingly gazing at the third and fourth floors.
The rain, however, did not stop from midnight to dawn; instead, it showed an increasing trend.
The proprietress clapped her hands and said, "Hey? Enough with the jokes." The crowd continued to laugh and began to chat about the sights they had seen along the way, as well as the terrible weather in Nepal over the past half month
Due to such excessive intimacy, she became soft and restless, feeling dizzy and weak in her legs
She had been trying her best to despise the man she was avoiding, but in the moment he forcefully kissed her, she suddenly realized that, in her subconscious, she did not actually feel any aversion to kissing him
He is indeed rosemary, rich and intoxicating, causing everyone to easily fall under its spell
Cheng Mu Yun's voice is not particularly rough; when he sings, the ending notes are even more splendid.
The hand on the mouth and nose slowly moves away
There is clearly a peculiar vortex between the two individuals, drawing them towards each other
The girl who just asked the question glanced around, circling around Cheng Mu Yun; he was the target of many women here tonight. A romantic encounter in Nepal, this man was just too suitable.
Wen Han's entire body trembled...
"Your body is responding to me; compared to your charming friend, you desire me more," Cheng Mu Yun's voice created an irresistible vortex for her in this corner of the laundry room, "just as I desire you."
Last night when you kissed someone else," Cheng Mu Yun asked softly, "did you think of me? Did you compare in your heart who you preferred to kiss more?
Cheng Mu Yun approached, wearing hard-soled black military boots, the sound of his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. Wen Han and Wang Wen Hao turned their heads simultaneously
When Wen Han realized this, he could hardly believe it himself
Powerless
She turned on the faucet and watched as water continuously flowed out of the washing machine's basin
I?" Cheng Mu Yun whispered two words, "smuggling."
Then I heard his footsteps continuing to ascend