Section 3

In the early morning, the two of them walked down the stairs

It is truly a torturous itinerary

The wall directly in front of Cheng Mu Yun is adorned with a Tibetan-style blanket

This room, separated from the next by just a thick layer of fabric, allows one to clearly hear the guests there laughing and asking in a language that remains incomprehensible.

He opened the door first, holding his coat in his right hand

The surroundings have once again returned to silence

The shortest duration of drifting is two days and one night. Do you think he will choose to deliver at the campsite that night?

Cheng Mu Yun softly called her name, using a Chinese that only she and he could understand. In that moment when he gently called her, she even had the illusion that he had already fallen in love with her

It is truly strange that the man brought several ordinary people on the trip

"A very good sleight of hand." This is how Cheng Mu Yun commented.

The paint fell on her fingertips

Cheng Mu Yun squinted his eyes and pointed with his index finger at the outside of the black mask

Wenhan and Agassi each picked one. She lifted the curtain and walked in, then tiptoed to close the gap, turning around to see a simple bed covered with an Indian patterned blanket

It is possible

She and Agassi walked along the muddy street, avoiding one puddle after another

A multitude of women's and even men's screams of astonishment have begun to emerge in my mind

The proprietress pondered for a moment, then walked to the window and looked at the endless stream of foreign pedestrians on the street: "Just before Wang Wenhao left, he was still asking me about the river rafting in Cuishu Li."

What are you ... ... here for? In a very soft voice, she seemed almost like a thief.

He leaned down and whispered, "Look, there is a bed here, every guest is like this"

Agassi's laughter came through: "Why aren't you speaking? Oh my, I can't laugh anymore, it will ruin the hand-drawn work. My handsome little master has already started to warn me with his beautiful eyes." She made a sound of "hm."

The paint began to fall onto her legs

Having finished speaking, he pulled over a chair, leaned back, and assumed a posture that indicated he would patiently wait

He rested his arm on the back of the sofa and did not respond

Outside the window, the dim lights of the street-side inn create an ambiguous atmosphere

I have touched every inch of her skin and bones, understanding her body better than she does herself; this body is very pure. There are no traces of any training.

A very strange combination

It is evident that she is being warned not to make a sound, as there are guests next door, and just a few steps away in the opposite room is another gentleman.

When we met yesterday, he had already mentioned that we would go rafting next. Cheng Mu Yun continued to soothe his throat with milk tea, the entire evening of abstinence had made his nerves increasingly tense. He finally began to acknowledge that unattainable desires are the easiest things to excite and exhaust a person. I really dislike spending an entire day sitting in a rubber boat and passing the time listening to others' uncontrolled screams

Wenhan bit down hard on his lower lip, his arms feeling somewhat numb due to the deliberate tension.

Cheng Mu Yun set down the paint tube, her fingers gliding along the line of her spine, descending smoothly; the contours of her back were very fluid, with the spine deeply recessed.

On the left and right, there were two people. As they went upstairs, a woman wearing a black mask happened to walk out beside them, holding paint.

"Do not move," he said softly, "maintain this position, do not damage the lotus behind you"

Two individuals ascended the stairs and beheld four small rooms separated by heavy curtains.

She was still hesitating whether the bed was clean. Behind her, a figure pulled aside the curtain and said, "Take off your top and lie down." She turned back in surprise and saw a pair of familiar eyes. Although they were mostly obscured by a black mask, it was still him

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He pulled up the hem of her top, and she pressed it down, staring at him in confusion

Cheng Mu Yun painted earnestly, speaking softly: "My heart is devoted; it makes no difference where I am or what I do, even when making love with you, it is the same." As he continued to draw, the patterns spread onto his arms, transforming from small, winding lotus flowers into large, layered blooms.

He did not give her another chance to hesitate, removing his warm cotton long-sleeve T-shirt, pushing her onto the bed, pressing down on her lower abdomen and lower back, flipping her over. Then, leaning against the edge of the bed, with one knee on the bed, he pinned down her right wrist and reached for a tube of paint.

A very light sound, almost able to drift away with the incense.

The temperature is uncertain, and the words spoken are not incorrect, but—

A new bar has just opened, and the light filters through large plants, casting colorful rays that fall onto the ceiling through the glass

He sat down on the sofa, and the landlady quickly brought over a cup of hot, uniquely Nepali milk tea. Cheng Mu Yun felt a bit tired, unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt collar that he had just fastened, pinched the rim of the cup with two fingers, and took a small sip. The landlady looked at him and asked, "How was last night?"

Oh? Do you really think so?

"Abstaining from desires is also a significant precept," she said softly

Are you not afraid of her special identity? You mentioned that you met her six months ago

He furrowed his brow uncomfortably

Upon returning to the hotel, the proprietress leaned against the door of the room on the first floor, smiling at them: "Boss Yun, your timing is perfect. I have a long-distance call here, and I left the number for you to call back as soon as possible"

Turn the corner, and you will reach the destination

Cheng Mu Yun led them to the first floor, where the shopkeeper was watching a worn-out small television. Upon seeing them, he stood up and exchanged a few sentences with Cheng Mu Yun in an unfamiliar language, then instructed someone behind the black curtain. A young girl emerged, clasped her hands together in front of her, spoke a phrase in the local language, and then blushed as she looked up at him. He waited for the translation.

While in India, she saw someone finish painting their hands and then sit there for one or two hours to ensure the paint set. One or two hours.

"Wen Han?" Agassi is calling her from another room, separated by two thick curtains.

He bid farewell to them and walked through the door behind the landlady

He finally told her that she could almost move freely when she was exhausted. Wen Han had no strength left to move and soon fell asleep

She let out a sound of acknowledgment and cast a furtive glance at him

He thought of the lotus on her body

Moreover, as the "local bodyguard," he and Meng Liangchuan were also responsible for transporting Wang Wenhao's goods, accompanying them on their rafting journey

However, her figure is excellent; she must really enjoy sports, he thought

Sweat began to flow densely from her back. He leaned in close to her side profile and softly coaxed her: "Is your hand numb?"

Wenhan bit down hard on his lower lip, his body feeling somewhat numb due to the deliberate tension.

That night, lasting until two or three o'clock, the Agassi across was very tired. Through the curtain, she said: "Just now, the boss came up and said that the Chinese man left a message, asking them to wait for one or two hours for the paint to dry, and to sleep for a while first, returning when it gets light."

"That man, I saw a woman in his room the day before yesterday, also speaking Russian, what a flirt he is," Agassi said in Russian, probably thinking that only she and Wen Han could understand. "Just now he brought me the dried quilt, I hinted to him that he could stay in my room tonight, but he pretended not to understand"

Cheng Mu Yun leaned against the worn single sofa on the first floor, with her legs crossed and resting on the low cabinet, as if she had not left that spot all night. She lazily stood up and stretched her arms: "I hope both of you had a pleasant night."

She stepped back and bumped into the bed.

Wen Han closed her eyes, and the irregular heartbeat caused her body to heat up rapidly

Between abstinence and indulgence, there was a beautiful moment, he said softly, don't you think? Wen Han felt his breath right behind her ear, and her fingers were desperately twisting the bed sheets, as if a fire was smoldering in her throat

She felt the warmth and rough texture on her shoulder as he kissed her left shoulder through that black mask. She did not dare to move

In the silence, she became increasingly at a loss, stretching her arms to move them a little

The pattern above depicts a temple and a row of prayer wheels

She remained silent

It is quite cool, yet her skin is burning hot

"Why have you returned to secular life?" she said softly in Chinese, hoping to end the strange silence

Moreover, the person who did the hand-drawing for another Russian beauty last night also observed that body, which was quite ordinary

The lotus entangled in the vines

It is a kind of love at first sight

She opened her mouth, and her heart began to beat erratically.

At first, she felt somewhat uncomfortable, as she was left with only her underwear on her upper body. Lying on the bed in front of him made her feel a sense of unease. However, as time passed, she began to appreciate his painting. Cheng Mu Yun lowered her eyes, her gaze focused solely on the space between her arm and the paint tubes. The painting began at her fingertips and moved to the back of her hand, initially depicting only vines, but gradually, at the end of the vines, lotus flowers began to emerge.

He placed the tray with the pigments and hot towels on the low table and walked over to her

Cheng Mu raised his chin and said, "She wants you to go upstairs"

Even those who do not believe in Buddhism are well aware of...

"Even if I break the rules, so what?" he leaned down and whispered