Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

After that, Yang Che and Ning Jing didn't seem to be in a hurry. On the contrary, they ate even more slowly and methodically. They just spoke very little, and when they did, it was usually just to comment on the food or to toast.

However, even with such an appetizing dish, Yang Che couldn't eat anymore and put down his chopsticks, saying, "I'm going to take a shower first."

Ning Jing nodded: "Okay, there are toothbrushes under the cabinet, let's brush our teeth too."

........

Yang Che was washing his hair with his eyes closed when a plump, hot body pressed against his back, and Ning Jing gently began washing his hair.

Yang Che asked curiously, "Are you ovulating?"

Ning Jing thought for a moment: "Hmm...it seems so."

Yang Che reached back and grabbed, and sure enough, it was there.

"Snap"

Ning Jing slapped his shoulder: "Ugh, there's still shampoo left."

"Just rinse it off, come on, come to the front, I'll help you rinse."

Ning Jing swallowed hard, but still stood in front of him.

Yang Che took two steps back and clicked his tongue in amazement: "Your body proportions are the best I've ever seen."

Ning Jing held the shower switch with both hands and shook it, quite proudly: "There's nothing I can do, this is the chassis my mother gave me."

Yang Che wasn't flattering her; her pelvis was wide but not collapsed, her lumbar curvature was just right, and her waist-to-hip ratio and shoulder-to-hip ratio were exactly like the golden ratio in the book's human aesthetics.

Yang Che teased him a few times: "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, I have an IUD."

Then came a short, muffled groan, followed by a long, nasal sound.

"You need to control yourself..."

Hearing this, Yang Che was not angry. After all, he wouldn't be upset if a handsome guy was called ugly.

This was the first time in his entire life that someone had said something like this to him, and he couldn't help but find it a little funny: "You haven't eaten anything particularly good either."

"Don't brag... um, oh..."

Five minutes later, Yang Che carried her to the bedroom.

Fifty-two minutes later, both of them felt they had made a profit.

Ning Jing, of course, felt that her younger brother was more energetic.

As for Yang Che, the woman's response was top-notch, like a warm breeze that intoxicates the traveler.

Ning Jing slowly sat up: "Tired?"

Yang Che lay down and yawned: "I'm sleepy, I'm used to taking a nap."

Ning Jing didn't say anything more and slowly got out of bed. She had a lot to say, but she didn't want to disturb him at the moment. After washing up, she went back to the bedroom and took a look; he was already fast asleep.

So she put on that long T-shirt again and started cleaning the living room. It wasn't actually dirty, just messy.

When Yang Che woke up again, it was already 3 p.m. He picked up his phone and saw a text message from Gao Yuanyuan.

"I think the celery and potato stir-fry I made today was really good, but the boiled pork slices were a little too salty. However, my parents both thought it was great and went very well with rice. If it were you, you would definitely complain a lot. This makes me wonder again, do I accept your mistreatment because I love you, or do I love you because I am mistreated?"

Yang Che typed rapidly: "Gao Yuanyuan, you have a serious illness. When have I ever abused you? Delete this message right now. If your parents see this, I'll be miserable."

"Often, sexually, and verbally abusing me."

"If that's your opinion, then we're both equally guilty. Also, don't read your parents' melancholic books, lest you go astray. Okay, I'm going to write a song now."

"Okay. Write well."

Another message was from Wu Shih-hsien. This time, it wasn't about watching the first cut of "Waiting Alone" together, but rather that James Wan and Leigh Whannell had finished writing the script for "Saw II" and sent it over.

Yang Che didn't want to work, so he replied, "Let's talk tomorrow, I'm busy today."

Ke's missed call.

Yang Che thought for a moment and didn't reply. There was nothing else to it; it must have been something that happened during a side event.

These days, it's no joke for anyone who can be considered a friend to contact him.

Of course, you can't blame them. If they don't go when called once, are busy when called twice, and are still busy when called three times, then they definitely won't be called again.

It's not that Yang Che doesn't like to have fun. What's there to do these days? Racing cars, playing mahjong, drinking in bars, drinking in nightclubs, getting massages and foot massages... If you want to go deep-sea fishing or a road trip, Yang Che would definitely be happy to.

After getting out of bed, she staggered to the bathroom to pee, glanced into the living room, and saw that the TV was playing GG on a low note. Ning Jing was lying on her side on the sofa, asleep, but her T-shirt was rolled up to her waist. Well... she was only wearing this one piece of clothing.

Yang Che couldn't help but raise his head, and then tiptoed over.

Ning Jing, still half-asleep, suddenly frowned, then abruptly opened her eyes: "Fuck you! Get the hell out of here!"

Yang Che raised his hand and slapped him hard: "You son of a bitch, you tried to seduce me."

Ning Jing's expression changed drastically: "You bastard..."

That was genuine anger; she didn't like being beaten.

"My older sister is too tempting, I just can't resist."

Yang Che finished speaking and then kissed her.

"Hmm~"

Ning Jing's anger subsided immediately. She stretched out her arms and hugged his neck, her legs intertwining with his.

Then the leather sofa kept making "creaking" and "thumping" sounds.

Just as he was getting into the swing of things, his phone rang. Yang Che glanced at it and saw it was Xiao Ke calling again.

After thinking for a moment, she reached out and took it. Ning Jing was so angry that she couldn't stop her in time, so she could only grab a piece of clothing and stuff it into her mouth.

"Feed".

Xiao Ke was taken aback: "No way, you got up later than me?"

Yang Che then coughed lightly: "Stop joking, what's up?"

"I've found the electronic music talent you're looking for. I've made a piece; want to come and listen?"

Yang Che sighed: "Where?"

"My home."

"Okay, I'll be there later. Bye."

At this moment, Ning Jing could no longer bear it, ripped off the bra she was biting, and shouted.

The phone had just been taken from Yang Che's ear...

Yang Che, who hung up immediately, found it hard to stay calm.

"You're such a slut."

Ning Jing ignored him, lost in her own world, blissfully unaware of his presence.

Another flurry of activity ensued. Yang Che loved it when women got IUDs; they didn't have to worry about anything.

Yang Che didn't rush to leave afterward. Since they were going to talk about music, they might as well finish the conversation.

I grabbed the pen and notebook I bought at noon and started writing and drawing.

Ning Jing sat to the side, wrapped in a thin blanket, watching him hum as he wrote quickly.

Yang Che didn't write out the sheet music; that would be too much trouble. He just hummed along while recalling the lyrics, and if he couldn't remember something, he would make it up, as long as it rhymed and captured the mood.

Anyway, he can hum along, and he's the one who composes the music.

"Without any warning"

Without a single worry

You just appeared in my world like that.

It surprised me so much that I couldn't help but feel happy.

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