Chapter 163: Lotus Emerging From Clear Water
Cao Weida showed a disgusted expression but denied it vehemently: “No, no, how could I dislike your stinky feet? Your feet don’t stink.”
Before Liu Rusi could show a satisfied expression, he added: “It’s just a bit sour. If eating noodles, no need to add vinegar. Taking off your shoes is a seasoning.”
“You you hate~~” Liu Rusi was irritated and hit him several times coquettishly, pouting as she explained: “I I that’s not foot soreness, it’s because the shoes aren’t breathable.”
“No, I want to wash my feet, and wipe my body too. I’m so uncomfortable all over. Can you pour some water for me?”
Cao Weida, expecting some activity next, was naturally very willing, but he said disgustedly: “You really should wash. Otherwise tomorrow I’ll be pickled.”
“Wait, I’ll get some for you right now.”
He got up and left the house. After a long while, just as Liu Rusi was getting anxious, Cao Weida came in carrying a basin of hot water.
“Eh? Where did you get hot water?” Liu Rusi asked curiously.
This room clearly hadn’t been entered for days; the kang was cold, and she hadn’t seen Cao Weida boil water just now. How did hot water suddenly appear?
“I stole the neighbor’s water kettle, from three houses, and gathered this much. It should be enough for you to wash.”
“You’re too mean.” Liu Rusi stole a laugh. Who steals hot water instead of other things?
She could imagine the confused expression on the faces of those whose hot water was stolen when they got up tomorrow wanting to wash up.
Cao Weida rolled his eyes. “You’re really heartless. Who am I doing this for? Isn’t it to avoid cold water freezing you? You don’t appreciate it and even say this about me.”
“Fine, my good intentions are taken as malice. Forget the hot water then.”
Liu Rusi quickly admitted fault. “No, I want it. I was wrong, okay?”
Although the temperature had warmed up now, the night was still not warm. Washing with cold water would be torture.
But not washing? She’d sweated all over, feeling sticky and extremely uncomfortable.
With hot water, who would want cold water?
“I’ll pour it for you.” He found a water bucket, washed it clean with water, then added half a bucket of cold water inside the room, adjusting to lukewarm.
He lit an oil lamp so she could see more clearly.
He blocked all the windows and such to prevent light from leaking out, and instructed:
“Don’t get the wound wet. Can’t touch water until the wound scars over.”
Everything he did was seen by Liu Rusi. Though small actions, they were especially touching.
After Cao Weida went out and closed the door, he sat on a chair, lay back, and smoked a cigarette.
Soon, splashing water sounds came from inside the room. The noise just one door away stirred ripples in his heart.
After some unknown time—anyway, seven or eight cigarette butts piled on the ground—the splashing finally stopped.
“Brother Weida, I’m done.” Liu Rusi’s voice like a yellow oriole came from inside.
Cao Weida, who had waited until sleepiness crept in, perked up, yawned, and opened the door.
Instantly, Cao Weida held his breath, his eyes full of amazement and greed.
Under the dim yellow oil lamp, Liu Rusi sat on the bed with her tender shoulders exposed, the perky chest wrap squeezing out a small section. The bright red cloth clung to her jade-like white skin, making it crystalline and translucent, as if it could be popped by a poke.
Her waterfall-like black hair was wet and draped behind, a few strands perky-drooping on both sides of her cheeks, adding pitiful charm.
Her eyebrows were curved like new moons, slender and elegant, tips slightly elongated, with faint seductiveness that seemed to pluck heartstrings.
Her eyes were like autumn water, captivating. Her already stunning face, fresh from bathing, looked delicate and dewy.
A phrase suddenly popped into his mind: Freshly bathed hibiscus.
Seeing his stunned look, a flash of laughter in Liu Rusi’s eyes. Hmph, conquered by my charm!
Looks like my efforts weren’t wasted.
She coquettishly said: “What are you looking at? Do you want to wash too? There’s still hot water.”
“Sure, I’ll wipe too.” Cao Weida secretly swallowed, bent over to carry the basin out, undressed, and wiped his body with the now-not-hot water in the basin.
When he went back in, Liu Rusi was already under the covers.
She, showing only her eyes, saw him enter, scooted to the side, and lifted a corner of the quilt.
The meaning was simple: Hurry and lie down.
With such warm invitation, how could Cao Weida refuse the beauty’s intent? He was the softest-hearted.
Just as he lay down, a hot tender body squeezed into his arms.
Cao Weida’s nose heated up. This vixen Liu Rusi wore only a chest wrap and underpants.
Next moment, a tender hand grabbed his big hand and placed it on her waist, the smooth tactile sensation making him love it so much one cannot put it down.
“Isn’t Liu Rusi this vixen too bold and direct?” Cao Weida’s heart raced, and Liu Rusi’s voice came by his ear: “Brother Weida, do you think I’m pretty?”
Her voice trembled; clearly her heart wasn’t as calm as she appeared.
“Of course you’re pretty. If you’re not, are there any pretty women in the world?” He said it sincerely, true praise.
Liu Rusi’s looks compared to past life’s entertainment stars, including early Hong Kong ones, might not exceed 100%, but definitely over 95%.
Especially her innate seductiveness added much womanly charm.
And this was just a green girl.
Hearing this, Liu Rusi smiled satisfied, eyes flowing like silk, full of affection: “Then if I really want to be your Fifth Concubine, would you accept?”
“If you want, of course no problem. I’m the one getting the big bargain anyway.” Cao Weida looked down at her, meeting her eyes.
“But think it over. Once decided, no regretting later.”
He knew her state well: long-term tension makes one dependent on nearby safety providers, quickly fostering closeness.
This dependency leads to impulsive decisions, especially after physical contact or eye contact, misinterpreted as special signals, creating intimacy beyond normal.
Without a clear ambiguous target, the impulse shifts to any available outlet.
Why did little devils crazily recruit comfort women?
Why after war victories do most armies have many rape cases, yet countries ignore them?
They knew soldiers needed release. Blocking it could cause severe consequences, likely mutiny.
Summary: Not all armies have iron discipline and will like the Communist Party’s.
He knew this clearly but didn’t plan to tell Liu Rusi.
Taking advantage?
So be it. Cao Weida never saw himself as a good man. Duck in hand, eat first.
“No, I won’t regret. I I need love! I, I want you to caress me.” She had no rational thought now, only knowing she needed release, a man to ravage her fiercely, strong arms to hold her.
“Your leg is injured.”
“Just be careful, it’s fine.”
With her saying that, if Cao Weida still held back, he’d truly be worse than a beast.
He flipped over, pressing her down.
“Endure a bit.”
Next day, sun just rising from the east, Cao Weida woke.
Looking at the person curled like a kitten in his arms, he smiled knowingly, gently wiping tears from her eye corner.
Had to say, Liu Rusi lived up to her innate seductiveness. Her voice was crisp and pleasing; even after over an hour, it didn’t tire.
Though without Xinghong’s Inner Charm Physique to make him linger, it gave a different flavor, equally love it so much one cannot put it down.
He shifted up, Liu Rusi frowned at the movement, a blood-stirring “hm” from her nose, but too exhausted to wake.
Stroking her smooth back, then around to feel fingertip softness, lit a cigarette and smoked.
Exhaling a smoke ring, recalling last night—honestly, he hadn’t expected such rapid development.
Key point: It was Liu Rusi who initiated.
Just like that, he had another woman.
And, daughter of Suppression Commander Shen Shichang, future prominent Master Liu of Beiping!
Though he had timing and place advantages, entering forcefully at her weakest, undeniable part was his handsomeness made Liu Rusi lust at first sight!
“So, boys out alone must protect themselves.”
Heart delighted, he Versailles’d inwardly, looking down at the docile kitten-like Liu Rusi.
She was a love brain. With this entanglement and deep impression, he was confident she’d fall for him.
Wouldn’t that make Liu Rusi his fawning love brain?
With Liu Rusi, after little devils leave before liberation, even without Xu Jin’ge and Wu Jingzhong’s help, he’d strut in Beiping!
Hmph, thinking it feels great.
